
In the a.m., we really could call Elias 'old faithful'. Every morning at around 7:10, we hear his first little mumblings and either Nick or I will run down and get him. We bring him into bed with us, and one of us will give him a bottle. The next hour is positively my favorite time of day. After he takes his bottle, all snuggled up between us, he'll either take a quick catnap, or jump right into the fun. He is just like his mama in the mornings, we both wake up on level ten. He'll lay in between Nick & I, making sure we're both there by keeping a hand on both of us. He snuggles and nuzzles and rubs all over us. If Nick makes the mistake of falling back asleep - I show Elias how to lift up the covers (Nick hides himself) and attack Dad with kisses, grabs, and pinches.
Every morning, I'm astounded at the love and personality of our first-born. He is seven months old and he shines with the radiance of God's creation - it's incredible. He is curious, sweet, loving, and excited. I cannot wait till there is four of us in the bed next year ... and just think, three of us will be able to tell each other with words how uch we cherish the morning.
3 comments:
i just love reading your heart and hearing about your mornings and days...it's just about the next best thing to being there.
missing you and can't wait to love another precious grandchild. Kt's so right - we ARE living the blessed life. to Him be the glory. ly, nonny
so sweet.
i echo the above. K
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