Oops!!

At this point I don't think there is any hope for trying to recreate all the posts I could've been making over the last four months, so I'm not even going to try! So much has happened (and yet in many ways, so little has happened) that I simply cannot get it all in without writing a book.

So.....I'll hit the high points.

My son is perfect. I knew motherhood changes you and I fully expected something to happen, but I could've never known I could feel so much for this little person. The way my little angel looked in his little yellow ducky outfit, all wrapped up and bundled, that first moment I saw him will be forever etched in my memory. I know time and age can take away the clarity of our memories, but I simply cannot imagine this one ever leaving me. It was truly the most perfect moment of my life so far. I could not have created a better moment if I had that ability....well, expect maybe that I would have captured it a little better on camera and video. Unfortunately, my mother was a little too overwhelmed to think clearly at that moment as well.

First trip~~By the evening of the first day, I really began to think something was wrong with him.....he was just too good. No infant is that good.....at least that is what I thought. After a couple of days I realized that he was in fact that good....no fussing, no crying, sleeping 9 straight hours every night, even through a diaper change. Elijah is simply the happiest, most content child I've ever come into contact with.

Second trip~~I went alone on this one and I fully expected the "goodness" I experienced with him on the first trip to be a fluke and that I might have some difficulties handling it own my own....WRONG AGAIN. No matter how much I say it, no matter how many videos I take and show around, no one can really truly understand how unrealistically happy and good this child is until they are blessed enough to spend time with him....something my daddy learned when we went for the third visit.

Third trip~~Now my daddy knows just how "wonderfully made" Elijah really is. I knew my daddy would love him and be the best male role model possible for this angel from God, but I never imagined he would be as affected as he was. My daddy isn't a mushy kind of guy, but when it comes to his grandson...he's mush....in a split second he turned to a big bag of proud emotion.

That's my brief synopsis....

Prayerfully waiting......