attachment

Jeff and I love being a family of three.
So much that it tends to create small arguments between us at times..
over who gets to hold him during church.
This gets especially ugly when it is time to go to separate classes.
Today it was his turn,
sadly.

It's funny how.. empty,
alone,
weird,
not myself...
it's actually hard to find a word to describe how it feels when Brody isn't with me.

I know it has only been two months that I have had him,
but these two months have created an attachment for me to him,
that I can't really explain.
Maybe it is due to the fact that it has technically been eleven months that he has been with me.

It is not that I worry about him.
I know he is with Jeff.
It is more that I just like being with him.
I like to know when he gets his diaper changed,
or when he gets hungry and has a bottle,
or even when he burps.
It's weird,
and probably sounds a bit crazy of me.

Gosh guys, I just love being a mom.

These tiny things have become my life,

and I am loving every minute of it.