I was holding my little guy last night..

And I was thinking he’s not so little anymore. I could hold him in my two hands when he was born and he fit inside them perfectly. He is a bit over a month old and he has already grown so much.

Anyways, as I was saying, I was holding my little guy last night and he was cuddling into my chest grabbing onto my shirt with all his might, something he just likes to do, and I was thinking, man he has such a grip. Davin is amazingly strong. Aly was showing me today how he likes to push himself up on his legs already. She put him on the floor on this thing with a pillow to help him get used to pulling his head up and pushing his feet up and he almost flipped himself over. We’re going to have to watch that little monkey. He’s going to be such a climber like his old man.

Nevertheless, as I said before, I was holding my little guy last night and he felt so warm and I was thinking how peaceful Davin is: he truly is a tiny zen master. Nothing ruffles his feathers for very long. Once when he was barely two weeks old we went to the doctor so they could test him for jaundice and they basically cut his foot so they could take some blood and he cried for all of two seconds and then went back to his normal calm demeanor. He gets fussy from time to time, but who wouldn’t with a belly full of gas or an empty stomach. These things are to be expected.

Notwithstanding, to say again, I was holding my little guy last night watching him look around and I was thinking: pondering what he must think about. Much of the time he looks around with wide eyed wonder even though he cannot be able to see much at this point. Still, he is inexorably curious. To watch him learning new things is like witnessing a miracle.

Howbeit, to say once more, I was holding my little guy last night and thinking how much I love this tiny infant with his bountiful head of hair and angelic face full with an endless supply of expressions. And I remembered a story Aly showed me about a couple who along with another family member abused their baby in unspeakable ways resulting in the baby’s death at only 5 months old. I look at Davin and wonder how damaged a person has to be to want to hurt something so innocent and helpless. And truly, it makes me angry. I can understand why God said it would be better to tie a millstone around your neck and throw it into the ocean then hurt one of these little ones. He is so very precious: I kiss him on the forehead, hug him tight and say a prayer that God would be there to protect him from this crazy demented world when I am not.

I was holding my little guy last night. That is all. I was holding my little guy last night.

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  By melanie marie snuffalufagus pinky winky von uber neko, September 6, 2009 @ 12:20 am

  I think I just felt a wave of love… and I wasn’t repulsed

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