perception of perfection

Trying to find time (make time?) to update this blog - it's after midnight and I hear Amos stirring in his swing, making those little characteristic snuffley noises that only newborn babies make...

My heart wants to share my story, his story - my fingers itch to get back into pouring my spirit through them onto the page - but my arms are full of this amazingly wonderful, sweet and chubby babe who has forever and unequivocally changed me - my perception of perfection has been dramatically altered and I for one never, ever, ever want to change it back.

It brings tears to my eyes to type that, to 'say it out loud' so to speak - and yet it is so true, so simple, and yet so powerful all at once. He is perfect. He is beautiful, wonderful, lovely, patient, gentle, curious, overflowing with trust - and perfect.




He is something I didn't know I always wanted. I needed him. I am blessed. Oh, Amos. You little love.