As I sit here thinking about what to type to explain the day that Ellis was blessed, I am stumped. I mean there are things that happened, there were family and friends involved, but more than that, all I can think of is how I felt. I felt grateful. I felt a gladness and pure joy in my heart. Grateful that I am lucky enough to call this little guy one of my own. Glad that he is part of our family. And just knowing that this is the way it is supposed to be. It just feels right. This spiritual high lasted a good week almost.
Sure there are things about this newborn stage that I hate; lack of sleep, the baby barf, changing diapers in the middle of the night when I'm about to fall over, and general fussiness. But it doesn't change the fact that I love the snot out of this little boy.


