Psalm 127:3

Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.

 

My heart melts when I see my little man sleeping. He’s so peaceful and precious. I seriously could just watch him sleep for hours. I look at him and constantly find myself asking, “what did I do to deserve this perfect little boy?” And then when he wakes up and calls out “Muma” then gives me a big slobbery kiss when I pick him up… nothing is more perfect. How can people not fall in love with something like this?