i love to watch my little man sleep. clutching his blanket. breathing so deeply.
i love that when i walk into the room, his daddy playing the piano is on the iPod. playing Chopin.
i love that when he wakes up in an hour or so, he will be rubbing his blanket all over his face, notice i have come into the room, and start smiling and giggeling. kicking his legs all over the place.
and then we'll play peak-a-boo.
i love my life.
every single, intsey, weentsey, tiny smidgen, little bit of it.
and i love thanking my God for everything He has given me.