Month 6 {his name, sitting, & mmm}

How has it been half of a year? Each day we love him more and smile more because of him. Miles went from being 17lbs 2oz to 17lbs 6oz (we will get the official numbers on Thursday at his 6th month check-up. This month he has started to show his personality more than ever. August 31st last year is when we announced to the world that we were becoming a family of three. It is hard to believe how much has changed in a year. This month has been filled with family outings, a weekend getaway for Stuart and I, Miles's Aunt B and Uncle Joe moving back to Texas, celebrating his great-grandpa's 80th birthday and play dates!

Mommy confession- Miles continues to amaze me. When he was first born I was worried about so much. Will I be a good mom? Will I know how to teach him what is important in life? And I even thought simple things like how would he crawl? Miles continue to stop me in my tracks with his ability to amaze me. I hope I continue to take the time to learn from my son. He has a joy that is infectious. 

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-He is a self sitter! He loves sitting up "like a man". 
-He seriously loves food. The whole time he eats he says, "mmmmm!"
-He thinks the sound of a bat swinging is HILARIOUS. 
-He thinks it is funny to pull his dad's facial hair. 
-He now knows his name.
-He is learning to give big slobbery kisses.
-He watches everything his cousin Simeon does.  
-He likes to burrow his head into pillows like his daddy.
-He loves his family.
-He is trying to scoot on the floor. 
-His favorite book is "Pete the Cat and his white shoes". If you don't have it, get it. 
-Each night we say a prayer for Miles's "brother" we support in Haiti. Hopefully this is the first of many we can love on around the world. 

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Bed Time

It's finally quiet.
The room is dark except for the soft light from the night light that rotates from white to red to blue to green back to white again.
The quiet hum of the humidifier sings its soft lullaby as I sit.
In my arms, I hold a small bundle as I rock back and forth in an over priced glider from target...
it was worth it for this very moment.
My son breathes in and out with a whisper
every now and again moving his head in a gentle sigh that makes my heart laugh.
He smells of lavender and baby soap with that subtle hint of baby smell with which every parent is familiar.
Time stands still as we rock back and forth.
I gently sing little tunes that pop into my head,
many of which are prayers of hope and love for this helpless infant in my arms whom I believe will change the world.
With each breath he takes I can feel bits of my heart vaporizing and being consumed by him.
Some how, no matter how much I think I love him, these moments continually defy my logic and I realize with each breath I fall further in love with this boy.
I've only known him for 5 1/2 months and yet I would willing sacrifice everything in my life, including my very being, for his happiness.
I want nothing.
In this moment I am suspended outside of time,
nothing but myself and my son coexisting in a perfect and precious moment.
I want it to never end.
I want to sit there together until eternity stops.
But sadly,
time eventually calls us back to its harsh reality and we must be separated.
I am careful not to stir him as I hold him close and carry him across the room.
I lay him down gently on his bed and pray a silent prayer for him as he sleeps, asking God to protect him while we are apart,  asking Him to send only the finest in his angelic legion to watch over him.
I pray for strength as an imperfect human to be a perfect father to my son (or to at least not screw up too badly).
As I leave the bedroom, back into the light of the living room,
I glance at my son and whisper "Good night sweet prince, I will love you forever and I will miss you until tomorrow."