Sweet, sweet boy.

6 months ago, we experienced the worst night of our lives, and strangely the best. The worst because we almost lost our sweet baby at 7 weeks old, and the best, because his life was saved. Since then, I can't properly express the feelings in my heart. My heart is filled with so much gratitude, and so much love. My faith was put to practice, the power of prayer and the power of priesthood came to life, and those things right there, are enough to change anyone.

Not a day passes where I don't have a prayer of gratitude in my heart for my little ball of joy. His sleep patterns have not been granting me a full night's rest, but I just don't even care about that. His little laugh, his fake cry for mommy, his first word, "mama"repeated over and over as he tries to get to me, his precious little crawl, and his rolling of the eyes and squinting when he doesn't want something, tug at my heart strings like ca-razy. He's something special, and thank you to his sweet spirit, my heart is continually full of gratitude and love, not only for him, but for everything and everyone that I am surrounded by, be it near or far.

We has stolen the heart of this entire family. Stone, Emerson, Cliff, and myself, are so glad he is a part of our family.

We.love.him.

Below: the big boy is now in a high chair, sipping from a sippy cup, experimenting with new foods, crawling around like crazy, says "mama", and is a TOTAL mama's boy. Biggest mama's child yet. The jumper doesn't excite him as much now that he is crawling everywhere (he feels a bit trapped). But I'm not quite yet ready to put it back in the attic.

Sometimes, he just wears himself out crawling around everywhere (he's asleep; that little eye just isn't shut all the way! lol). He melts my heart.