Sweet little Sam

I'm in love with this baby. I love breathing him in, love listening to all of his sweet little sighs and grunts, and I've loved being able to breastfeed again. He has the cutest little toes & stubby boy fingers, and when he's awake and being talked to, his eyes get extremely big and alert, as if he's taking in every word that I say. But what I've enjoyed most is catching tiny glimpses of each of our children through Sam...ways that they resemble one another, reminiscing about when Jace, Caden or Maddie were newborns. It's like re-living that time again but getting to share in it with them now.

Watching the boys & Maddie with Sam has brought us many smiles. "Our baby is loved" is an understatement and I'm thankful that his older siblings feel this way about their baby brother, even if it's a bit "aggressive" at times! Can you guess who gets lectured on being more "easy, gentle, soft" with the baby? As I was giving Miss Maddie a quick reminder one day about not picking Sam up, she looked up at the ceiling, hands thrown up in the air, and through a frustrated sigh said, "Why can't you just be nice?" Yes, I've been a bit short with her on this subject...

Sweet little Samuel is a blessing. And he fits the meaning of his name--"Heard God; asked of God." We are so grateful for our healthy baby, for the joy he's brought to each of us, and the Lord certainly heard our prayers.