Our little Henry turned four months old yesterday, and it feels far more like a milestone than I ever imagined. He is such a sweet, sweet baby. Even in the hardest moments, I realize (as much as I’m able) just how blessed we are to have a healthy, happy child. All day yesterday, I found myself thanking God for every day we’ve been given thus far–and I couldn’t help but reminisce about the things we’ve already shared…our first days in the hospital, bringing Henry home to grow and learn and live and love with us, visiting with grandparents, watching parades, traveling out West, dipping our toes, playing with friends, reading, singing, dancing, cooing and praying together, countless hours in the rocking chair in the peaceful quiet of night.

Henry, of course, is growing–and he’s growing fast. I’ve packed away an entire tub of clothes, and I add more to the mix almost every week. Between rolling over and giggling joyfully, tummy time and blowing raspberries, teething and “talking” from the backseat of the car, he has taken my world by storm. And I’m never going to be the same again. I start my day with Henry, and I end it with one last little kiss on his forehead as I make my way to bed. Jason and I both agree that our time together in the nursery at H’s bedtime is the absolute BEST time of day, and I’m not sure we’d know what to do with ourselves between 8 and 9pm anymore if it weren’t filled with pj’s and bath time and family story time, laying all in a row on a quilt on the nursery floor.

Everything is better with a little Henry David in our lives.

Tomorrow morning, he’ll begin to coo and I’ll wake up to find him smiling widely in his crib–just as he is every morning these days, ready to begin another adventure. And tomorrow morning, we’ll three snuggle up in our cozy bed after H’s first feeding, enjoying our Saturday routine and the joy that comes with being his *lucky* parents.

Henry is the icing on every cake. He’s the sugary sweetness of a ripe, August peach as it runs down all sticky onto your face and fingers. He’s the harmony to our melody and the bounce in my step. God’s way of showing us His love in the grandest fashion; a baby boy teaching me all about love and sacrifice and willingness and seeking joy in the little things. Delight. Growth. Grace.

amazed on a daily basis,

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