Each time I hold you in my arms, Little Caleb, you snuggle up and nurse. I cannot help but look at you and take in these moments that are fleeting. The moments when you will actually fit in my arms. How dependent you are. You teach me so much: how dependent I am on God. I love you, Sweet Boy. Your sweet little laughs get me each time. I will look at you, and you look at me while you nurse, and then you giggle as you nurse. Ahh. The sweet sounds of you. Sleep well, little angel (with your sisters, in nap time.)
