worth the wait

I can’t believe I’ve let it go this long…I feel like we have been hidden away by a shroud of sacred newness. I have treasured every second of it and now real life is slowly ripping down the shroud. It’s hard and I wish that being hidden away so that I can quietly breathe him could last a little bit longer. But alas, real life comes knocking and won’t go away until I answer. With that comes setting him down sometimes, grocery shopping, the homework witching hour, cleaning toilets and on and on and on.

I’ve rambled too long. Without further ado…He’s here. And perfect. He came quickly on February 5, 2011. He weighed 9lbs. He has a perfect round little head that feels like velvet. He hardly ever cries but when he does it’s pretty cute. He has hairy little tiny shoulders. He is part angel. He goes cross-eyed a lot. He nurses like a champ. To be in his presence is the very definition/experience of true peace. He gets the hiccups in the evenings just like he did in my belly. I just want to hold him and stare at him all day, every day. He looks a lot like Crue did when he was a baby. He has grandpa philip’s mouth. His name is Major W. Kidd. I love his name. When he moves, he does so very slowly. His newness is so fleeting; I can’t get enough of it. He has giant hands. And giant feet. And a cute little wrinkled bum. His eyes are already pretty blue. I wish he could stay my brand new baby forever. He is the most snugly little baby you’ll ever hold. He just melts. His brothers and sisters all adore him. He loves to be swaddled. He's so very sleepy. He’s pooped on my hand twice. And peed on my bed once. Even that was cute. I have so much to be thankful for. Good friends. Good family. Healthy baby. I’m so happy to be his mama that I am at a loss for words. Really happy.