Dearest Christian,
I adore you. The weight of your little body makes me think of heaven. Then there is your special little smell and the most kissable cheeks: they kill me. I’m all over you all the time. When you close your eyes I can’t help but stare at your face, to hell with chores and work and the telephone. My sweet.
This week you overcame a cold with fever and a runny nose. You learned to breathe through your mouth a little. And then snored. When friends came over, you laughed and laughed. And today, for the first time ever, you fell asleep for a nap, all by yourself. I didn’t intend this, but you did it all by yourself and I’m so proud of you.
Sweet dreams baby.
I am so happy for you, big sis, and I’m glad that baby Christian is no longer sick and that he took a little nappy nap 