Love

I love Owen! It's a love that's hard to explain. It's still hard for me to believe that I carried him and he grew inside of me. I still haven't been away from him and he's almost 11 weeks old and I never grow tired of him. I do grow tired, but not tired of him. Sometimes when he's slept for a good amount of time I actually miss him and he's just in the other room. There are so many things I love about him - the way he smiles when you talk to him, his coos, the way he can entertain himself in his playpen so I can get the dishes done, I even loves his cries because they tell me he needs me. One day he won't need me as much, but I will remember the time when he needed me for everything. This is a special time in his life and I am cherishing every minute.