12 Weeks Ago...

All is quiet on this beautiful Sunday afternoon (well, as soon as I typed the "A" in "all," Will starting crying...hopefully he'll settle back down). I directed the Cherub Choir as they sang "Rejoice and Sing" as the introit for the church service. They did great. Millie made her Cherub Choir debut (a few weeks before her 4th birthday) and swayed and did a little dance as she sang...but she sang every word. We had a great lunch with the Littles at Tijuana Flats. Sat outside. Aaaahhh...fresh air.

Anyway, I don't have the energy to type for long. I just wanted to make sure I wrote down that I remember where I was this time 12 weeks ago - checking into Winter Park hospital not knowing that on that night I would meet this sweet little one:

The journey has been long with him and continues to be longer and harder than I imagined (more to come on that), but I am loving and getting to know Will more and more each day...and I fall more in love with him each day. I kiss his cheeks more. I examine every hair, every scar from the NICU (not many, don't worry), every sweet little toe, every small grin and every little coo...always seeing little bits of sister and brother in him. It is a joy to endure a trial with a little one...for you love and know him more...and soak up every second. The seconds can be hard and unbearable at times...but they are there...and I soak it up.

Happy 12 weeks, Will. Mommy loves you and continues to walk the journey of your little life with you. It is not what I expected, but it is sweet in both its joys and trials. I always want your face close to mine as it was the first moment they handed you to me. The warmth of your sweet cheeks against mine is and I think always will be a reminder of our unique bond. I love you so much.