Somehow, between falling asleep and feeding, burping, and changing you, you grew up one month. I looked down at my phone today and realized that I officially missed your "one month birthday", if that really is a thing. I like to pretend that things are back to normal, but I think that you are the only one who sees through my sleepy smile. I'm pretty good at acting like I can pull off this whole "mom of 3 kids 3 and under" thing, but in reality, I am just a mom in need of grace (and lots of it!) Thanks for loving me just the same.
This past month has been pretty uneventful; lots of days spent inside, lots of sleepy afternoons on the couch; lots of sleepless nights. But, you know what? I am grateful for each day! Over the past year, I have learned that every day with you (and your brother, sister, and daddy) is a gift. Every single day is a gift that I don't deserve, but I am given. God has graciously given you to us and I pray that not a day goes by that I don't remember that!