Five Buckys

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. 

Did you know when you sleep your Daddy and I sit around missing you like crazy go nuts ? Did you know we giggle like the little kids we still are when you toot really loud?  Did you know I spent some of our grocery cash in Baby Gap on the most adorable baby denim one-piece? And did you know that sweet man of ours didn’t mind at all? Did you know that I totally had plans to fold the laundry yesterday, but then you charmed me with a big toothless smile so instead we put on hats and danced in the kitchen for an hour?  Did you know today it is rainy and you are so sleepy? Who knew that you knew that rainy days are for sleeps? well, shoot…leave us in our pajamas and color me content.

Exactly one month ago, these two crazy kids became your parents. Happy one month to you, sweet August. And oh what a happy one month to us!

Last night our room was loud with the sounds of waterfall. You were all swaddled and calm and sleepy. Your daddy and I were all snuggly and happy. You slept. You slept good. Real good. You slept like a baby.  We just watched you sleep, dreambaby. "I miss him."  he said. "I know"  I responded. And then we all slept. Good. Like babies.

During college, every year before the fall semester started, I would traipse the calendar/planner aisle and pick the prettiest one I could find. Then I’d dally to the pen aisle and pick out the most obnoxiously girly pen. And I’d be set to succeed for the year. I would take each syllabus and jot down every due date or event. Okay, so maybe I’d be set to succeed for the first month. Because within the first few weeks, the only time the journal would be cracked open would be to doodle during a particularly boring lecture or to tear out a page to house my used gum.  Sure, I wasn’t as organized as I’d like to have been, but let’s face it, I wasn’t doing anything in college that was important enough to write down 4 weeks ahead of time. I was a night-before, by-the-skin-of-her-teeth sort of student. Planners were a joke! But now! Oh, now I’m doing the important stuff in life! A small bundle of hiccups and yawns to care for. And this, my friends,...

I knew we would love you like mad. I knew you would be our little piece of God. And I knew you were going to feel like heaven in our arms. What I didn’t know was how the wrinkles on your forehead would be the first of your features I would memorize. Or how you’d sneeze hard and loud, twice in a row just like your Daddy. Or how I would catch myself counting the lines in your lips because it gives me more reason to stare at them. Or how your breath against my chest would make me feel extra alive. Or how often I’d smell the top of your head, I knew it would be a lot, but really…I had no idea. Or how I would miss you so much while you were asleep.  Or how much you’d instantly feel like ours. Sweet August, you are ours. Ours to feed, ours to kiss, ours to hold, and ours to love.  And beautiful boy, we are all yours.  Welcome to our family, Little A. Welcome home.

Introducing   August Abram Buchanan Born July 17, 2012 at 10:41am 7lbs 8oz  Daddy & Mama are completely over the moon.