It’s October. And you are greeting the new month with a very long nap and I very much miss you. You are 11 weeks old. I am 11 weeks a Mama. And I’m not sure I have ever enjoyed life this much. The way I love you is completely impossible and big and complete. And that’s the best I can do to describe it. But I’ll keep reminding you with happy songs in the morning, warm baths in the evening, prayers of thanks before bed, and soft kisses all the day long.