However, there is a big difference I've noticed in becoming mom the fourth (and last) time around...I am savoring every single moment. Don't get me wrong, I'm praying for the sandman to work his magic , but it's easier this time to remind myself that in seemingly no time at all he will be walking, talking and starting school. He won't be so small that he can lay sleeping in my lap while I blog. He will grow up and I think I'll be a little sad. So, until then, I am going to drink in all the newborn goodness and enjoy this most dependent stage of life (while I also beg Mr. Sandman to visit at 3 AM).
Luke and Grandma Price




