Rereading the last few posts, I realize I'm at risk of making new motherhood sound extremely mundane and boring. Well, it may be a bit routine around these parts, but it truly is wonderful and I could gush all day about it if I wasn't so damn tired all the time.

I was thinking last night, around 3:30 am as I nursed Ethan back to sleep, how strangely wonderful it is to be so intensely in love with someone - to almost tragic proportions. This little person, with his chin pointed up at me, showing his vulnerable little goosey neck - this little boy who I barely know, really. He's just starting to show me who he is. But it doesnt matter. I'm devastatingly in love with him and am truly helpless about it.

That's why we have children. To make and break our hearts into loving at their full capacity.