I've reached that point. That point when I have to stop everything I am doing when I see that mouth grin from side to side, ears perks up, and eyes disappear into his big gobbly cheeks and just smother him aggressively in kisses one right after the other. BAM! BAM! BAM! I'm an addict.
This boy, man... this boy is heaven sent. I have never embraced such a mild and tender spirit before. There is something so innately pure and calm about him. He is plain beautiful, inside and out. He is angelic, simply put.
Today you are three months old, Warner boy! You are the light of my life.
*** I realize these are 6 pictures of Warner sleeping and they pretty much look the same, but each angle of him is so stunning that I had to slap them all up here!! I can't decide which one (or two!) to print off to add to our family photo wall... any thoughts?