We are home. With our son. OUR SON. That is an incredible statement. One that continues to fill me with wonder and joy.
Watching my husband become a father is one of the most heartbreakingly beautiful things I could imagine.
This week we have four generations in this house.
Aunt
Grandmother
Great-Grandmother
At least 500 times a day I pinch myself. Can this be real? Can I be this lucky, this blessed? Then I look into my son's navy blue eyes and know that I'm not dreaming.
4 comments:
He's gorgeous Lichen- I'm so very happy for the both of you!
The photo of Asa and all his adoring ladies is priceless!
And in this one just above he looks like such a wise little old man.
Thanks so much for sharing your joy - it warms the heart and lightens the soul!
R&S
rad!
pinch pinch....totally real and beautiful!
love you
bess
lichen,
you are beautiful. i love your words, birthing of emotions and four generations. we just took a four generation pix this easter... your son is not to bad either...yummy.
mine our grown and i live each one of their births and lives with the same awe and overwhelming love, today.
i hope to see you, angus and asa someday, in the not too far future.
namaste',
ruthie
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