Won't You Call Him Roo?

I have been on cloud nine for the past eight days.

It couldn’t have been better – the labor, the delivery, the recovery, the baby.

Everything went just as it should. And he is perfect.

Perfect.

And I am in love.

As if my heart grew three sizes that day.

But now it’s like the day after Christmas – you wait and wait and wait.

And you’re sooooo excited.

And then it comes.

And it’s everything it was supposed to be. And more. It was perfect. Perfect.

But then the day after – you realize: you’re now at the very furthest point you’ll ever be from that happening again. 364 more days so to speak.

I just sit and look at him. He’s so hansome. He’s so mellow. All he does is eat and sleep. He doesn’t cry. Not really. And his brothers and sisters love him so.

They kiss him. And then they play. And then they come back to kiss him again. Everett is especially enamored. He kisses him at every chance. And Olivia sings “I am a Child of God” and tells him stories – “One Uponce a Time” and Calvin is so proud to be his big brother and teach him things like how to shoot a (dart) gun.

Life, what is it, but a dream?

All of these pictures were taken by FotoFly –

My camera broke in June, and I have yet to get it repaired (thus the less than normal flood of pictures). Then when I heard of FotoFly’s gig (cost mainly), and checked their online portfolio out, I thought it could be the best thing ever. I really like the images they were able to get with only an hour of my time. But I will say I did come home and re-edit them. Roo, as you can see, was a perfect model.