I love my little Henry son. It's 11pm, and I just laid Henry down after nursing, and it suddenly occurred to me, "Aww...I love you so much. You are a blessing." I don't know where it came from. I mean, sure, I feel that way all the time, but I tend to focus on the frustrations instead of focusing on the blessings. And for some reason, I'm focusing on the blessings of this sweet, little boy. And all I can say is, "Thank You, God, for helping me to do that. Help me, God, to always focus on the blessings."
I remember
I remember when Matthew was around 4-5 months old for the first time stopping and having the same thoughts. After that, each month got easier and easier! Now I feel that way most of the day (except on fussy afternoons) :). Children are a delight and a blessing! kt