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.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.














































