Dearest Baby Boy,
You’re one week old today! I know you couldn’t care less; it’s more a celebration for your dad and me. We made it!
You’ve already taught us so much. Like that changing a diaper is a race against the pee-in-the-face clock. And that one little creature can require more wardrobe changes in a day than a Taylor Swift concert. And that sleep is oh-so-precious, but not as precious as caring for you. And that love really can happen at first sight.
And we’ve learned that it really does take a village. I don’t know if we could have made it without your grandparents here to help us adjust this week. We’re rounding out week one with satisfied bellies, relative amounts of sanity, a clean house, and full hearts.
We had predictions about you before you were born. That you’d have my toes. I was wrong about that one. We’ll see about the dance moves.
In fact, you’re a lot like your dad – with one very important difference. You seem to have gotten my never ending love for sleep. Awesome.
I know we’re biased, but you’re pretty much the cutest, sweetest baby in the world. At a minimum, you’re my favorite – and frankly, that’s all that matters.
You’re so alert and love to see what the world has to offer. I hope you don’t ever lose that curiosity. We can tell that you are so smart and strong; just like your mama – wait, no, that’s wrong – just like your dad.
Whitaker, you have rocked our world this last week. Life will most definitely never be the same. But we wouldn’t change it back for anything.
:: Thank you to M. Roberts Photography for the hospital photos! ::