Hope is six weeks old, and for the tenth time, I'm in love.
There's nothing like a new baby. Without fail they remind me how brief the time is. And because I thought I wouldn't have anymore after Silas, I realize more than ever what a gift Hope is. I cry when she smiles at me, squeal with delight when she coos. And I spend a lot of hours in the rocking chair. Last night, in fact, I inhaled the scent of her head over and over like an addict on drugs.