The last few nights as I've been up to nurse Jonathan I've been so compelled to kiss his sweet little body. Often. His cheeks that are full and firm. His forehead that's usually a little warmish because his room is stuffy. His tiny nose that's the perfect blend of my nose and Matt's. I caress his chubby thighs and calves that are so soft you could melt from just touching them. I rub his feet and marvel at how precious and sweet and amazing he is - literally from head to toe. I breathe him in as only a mama can and I give thanks for the miraculous gift of his life.
He's a wiggly, curious wee man and its not often that I get to cuddle with him. He will be all grown up before I know it and so its in these sacred, quiet moments that I am thankful I get to stop and breathe him in. Motherhood is a crazy gift - one I still don't feel well-equipped for or like I deserve it. And yet, for some reason, God has chosen me to mother two blessed children... Wow.
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