Jack woke up last night around 12 midnight. He was just awake barely but I heard him rambling and talking to himself so I went in.. There he was sitting in his bed holding his silky blanket (One from my girls that accidently got dyed pink in my washing escapades..) and just sitting and chatting. No specific words just chatter. Andy was in there with me and we both just eminated light, love, and amazement at the boy we brought into this world. My husband is so tender for such a big man. He tells our son how much he loves him daily. There was a new spectacle of beauty in Andy's eyes the day Jack was born. So I found Jacks binky as Andy held and rocked Jack. Jacks hands holding Daddys fingers and touching Daddys face. Jack got back into the bed and I laid down with him. He fits perfectly in my arms and backs up against me and falls asleep in moments. The smell of him, the sound of sleep of a child. sort of sweaty warm, sweet smell. tinged with milk and peanut butter from...