See. See. I told you... whoooosh... 12 weeks gone in the blink of an eye!
This is his first babygrow. It was big on him when he first wore it. Oh my how he has sprouted!
He smiles and smiles (in between the sleeping, pooping, vomiting and screaming) And waking up, however early, to a big gummy grin is always lovely!
The pleasure of holding this warm cuddly body so full of noisy life is something that I never ever thought I'd be able to enjoy. And I do enjoy it. Every moment. Treasured.
I remind myself every day that he is here and he is mine.
He is wonderful.
He is gorgeous.
He is lovely.
I am lucky
And still, and yet, every day I think and I wonder. There should be three.