"He's a boy!" They all cried.
I held that baby so close for hours that day. I couldn't bear the thought of putting him down to get weighed or bathed. I just wanted sweet, wet, warm body as close to mine as possible for as long as possible.
That evening after Gage and Kjel had come and gone, I felt heaven all around me. I glimpsed into what it means to understand the worth of souls. I felt my own worth as a daughter of God. I felt more love than I'd ever felt in my life. There was thick, encapsulating peace in that hospital room. Though the loud nurses in the orange Syracuse shirts kept on checking on me and various parts of my body that had gotten badly bruised during delivery (that is definitely kind of embarrassing), and I couldn't sleep a wink that night (anyone else have this weird post-birth-adrenalin-induced insomnia?), it was a night I never want to forget.
Will, thank you for calling the moon the "moom" and for asking me to sing you songs about "Yion pwide". Thank you for whispering your prayers and clasping your chubby fingers together so sweetly during family prayer. Thank you for putting your arms around me and rubbing my forehead and kissing my owies better. Thank you for dancing and singing with me, and laughing with me.
These three years with you have fulfilled me so deeply. I love you so much.