I am typing this while lying down, looking at the soft little bundle cuddled up next to me. His eyelashes lay across his chubby cheeks, his lips are slightly pursed in his sleep. His breath flutters against me. He is beautiful beyond belief.

It amazes me how much love can fill up my heart when I look at my children sometimes. I always love them, of course, but there are times when I look at them and something catches me off guard. Love pours out like a tangible substance.

I am blessed beyond measure.