So the wee one boycotts his nap. I take him down to get the mail and then walk him over to the office to pick up a couple packages we got. I scored a rocking deal on some disney flicks and when got back I popped one in. (Thank you decrepit stupid dvd player for choosing to work) In 5 minutes feeb was OUT COLD.
And there he sleeps in a little pile on the couch. All I can do is look at him and not cry. Such a beautiful thing this little boy. I am reminded of all the times I watch him sleep, and just what a miracle his little life is. He’s becoming more trying as two approaches, but you’ll never hear me utter anything but what a blessing this little boy is.
At church on Sunday the boy felt like our next little one will be a boy, and that we should name him Abraham. It makes me excited to think I could be a momma to two boys. There aren’t a lot of boys in either of our families, and I have to tell you even now, there is nothing like the love of a mommy and her little boy. NOTHING. I can’t wait. 
