You’ve been my partner in crime this week. We welcomed your uncle Dirk. We celebrated your sister’s 2nd birthday.
You were calm, loving and joyful throughout. You traveled when we needed to travel and snoozed happily against my chest whenever you needed to be carried. You talked your sweet baby babel to me whenever I would listen. You even giggled a few times.
I miss you when you’re napping in the other room, and nothing makes me happier than that big grin on your face when I pick you up.
At least twice a day, I say that you are literally. actually. the best baby ever. A blessing from God.
These 12 weeks have disappeared so quickly, but they’ve been spent quietly and calmly healing and getting to know you, my sweet son.
I have 2.5 weeks (19 days) left of my leave, and then I’ll be heading back to work.
Part of me is excited to rejoin my colleagues and get back to exciting, bustling days. Part of me is already mourning the rapidly approaching loss of this precious time.
You are so very loved, my dear August, Always,