He's such a sweet, sweet baby.
And I love that he's mine.
Mine to love. Mine to worry over. Mine to feed. Mine to hold. Mine to sooth, to kiss and squeeze.
The first time I held my baby in my arms it felt like reuniting rather than meeting for the first time, like we'd known each other forever and we'd just been apart for awhile. In our LDS religion we're told that we were in heaven together before this life, but this was more than just being told.
I felt it.
And I feel it now as I watch my sweet little boy sleeping in my arms.
He was mine before and he'll be mine forever.