I Love You.

Countless groggy mornings after nearly sleepless nights. Little hope of ever having a tidy house again. Insurmountable piles of laundry. Dried cheese and cheerios smashed into the floor and on the bottom of the majority of my socks.

All small prices to pay, indeed, for the joy that we felt yesterday when Soren signed back "I love you" for the first time. Or for the tenderness of his first real little kisses, which covered my face today as I laid down with him for his nap.

What a sweet boy.

Pictures coming soon.