Sleeping Beauty

As he sleeps, I study his face (mostly because it's the only time he's still).

His eyes are a piercing shade of light blue. Obviously they are closed, but I know them like I know my own eyes. When they look at me I melt completely. I can tell by looking at them whether he's sad, happy or being mischievous (which is a lot lately).

His skin is milky white. So pale, like his mommy's, that you can even see veins sometimes. It makes him look so fragile. He has bumps and bruises and bug bites all over his legs, but he's the bravest little guy I know. He even helps daddy kill spiders because he knows mommy is afraid of them.

His hair is wild! Sandy blonde like the beaches we so often play on. Completely unkempt, even after moose, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He's definitely all boy!

He has these wonderfully full, pink lips that any woman would pay big money for. I remember seeing them in an ultrasound when we got a profile shot. Sometimes when he's sleeping, I kiss them and he puckers like it's an automatic reaction.

His voice and his laughter are the best. His demeanor is so sweet, just like the sound of his voice. He tells mommy and daddy to "be careful" because we are always saying that to him. He gives kisses all the time and tells us he loves us. When he laughs, it's an uninhibited giggle. He laughs honestly because he feels it and not because he is expected to (like we do as adults).

There are so many things I notice now that I have a child. I look at things so differently. When I look at things through his eyes it's like I am seeing them for the first time again. Whether it is Disney World, a simple wildflower growing in the lawn or how much fun it is to laugh without restraint.