Sweet baby,I love your little hands.I love the smiles, of which you aren’t even aware.I love your grunts.I love the way you need me.I love your soft skin.I love how you spit up more on me than on yourself.I love the strange faces that you make.I love your puckered lips.I love how you are learning [...]
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To continue on with the analogy from last post, my bowling ball has officially dropped and my little guy has now entered the world. Pierson Michael was born last Saturday morning at 10:38 a.m. For being 5+ weeks early, he was certainly a good size, and I’m quite thankful that I didn’t carry him the [...]  |
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