Baby Love

I like to think that I have a few talents - not that they are amazingly obvious talents.  I don't sew, I'm not particularly crafty, I would NOT have made it on American Idol and I would never have played the piano at Carnegie Hall but I am still somewhat talented.  I am a good Mom, a good wife, a great reader and I can rock a load of laundry.  Having said that I do seem to have some very talented friends.  One of my best friends is a girl that we nicknamed Aprah because she is a mix of Oprah and Martha Stewart except that she is better.  I have other friends who are triathlete friends, crafters extraordinaire, bloggers, singers, painters, teachers and photographers.  One of these amazing friends is a great photographer who has taken our family pictures the last few years.  She is amazing and so generous.  Luckily she came to me after I had Kaleb because I did not return to the land of the living for at least 6 weeks.  The day she came I luckily was able to shower and be somewhat awake enough to be in the moment as she took pictures of Kaleb.  He wasn't really cooperating (he still isn't super good at that) but he stayed asleep for long enough to capture a few perfect shots.

I am biased but Kaleb was a beautiful baby.  I have to admit that even though I think my babies are beautiful and perfect I haven't yet met a baby that I wouldn't like to take home with me.  I'm just one of those girls that couldn't wait to be a mother.  I am also one of those girls that doesn't ever stop being a mother which creates a problem since I have 6 kids and we already get funny looks everywhere we go.  If only babies weren't so stinking cute.  As hard as babies can be I love babies but I am in mad love with my own babies - especially this one.

I love babies feet - notice Kaleb's peace sign?

Kaleb didn't want to be all tucked up.  He just wanted to eat.

This is one of my favorite pictures.  One of my favorite things are baby feet.  I can't stop kissing them.  They are perfect and tiny and the cutest things.  Callen laughs when I kiss Kaleb's feet and he laughs even harder when I tell him that I used to kiss his feet.

Perfection

To think that this little hand will one day dwarf my own.  It makes me think of one of my favorite children's books I'll Love You Forever and wonder if my children will someday take care of me like I took care of them.

He was not happy but I wanted to remember every inch of him

I love his face in this one.  I wonder what he is thinking.  Does he see angels?  Is he aware of all of the love our family already has for him?  Does he know what the future holds?  Does he miss heaven or does he know that he is in the right place?  Is our home a family reunion of sorts?  Are there things he can't wait to teach us?  I always wonder how connected babies are to heaven and like to imagine that all of my kids have angels around them as babies and as they grow.

 

 - Kaleb - 

There aren't words in any language to express the love of a mother for her child.  I hope that one day on the other side I will be able to take all my children in my arms and tell them how much I love them in a heavenly language that has the power to sum up that the gift I had as their mother was greater than any single gift I could have ever received on earth.