Michael woke up at 11pm tonight just as I was about to put down my kindle and go to bed. The little guy is just a little gassy. So now, he is out cold, sleeping on my chest with his head on my shoulder, mouth open...and just breathing in this sweet way. Little gusts of breath keep hitting my cheek. I feel like my heart is going to explode. I know I should put him back in his crib, but I can't stop staring at him, and I truly just want to eat him up.
God gave me such beautiful little boys. Part of my heart wanting to explode is because Michael looks so much like Danny in this moment.
Time is moving too fast.
1 week ago
