I'm lying here in bed next to my sleeping eight and a half month old son, thinking about how nice it is to kiss his little forehead and gently squeeze those pudgy little hands, hear his soft sighs and stirrings, and just gaze at that beautiful face in repose. This is bliss. I'm so glad my husband saw the value in this, I'm so glad we didn't listen to my sister-in-law who told us we would kill the baby, and I'm so glad I stuck it out through months of colic and waking every 45 minutes to nurse. I feel like I have just gotten the hang of this whole "being a mom" thing, and I'm sure it'll be a whole different game tomorrow, but for now I will savor this moment of all things being right in the world. I am so thankful for my beautiful family.