Collin is now two months old. It has gone by so fast. He is a joy to have around.
I love how everyday you discover something about him that you did not know the day before.
How his personality shows itself more each day. While Madison has always been stubborn, he is more picky. He knows what he likes and wants it that way, and it up to you to discover what it is. If he is awake when you put him to bed the light has to be on or he will fuss. If he is already asleep when you put him to bed, the light has to be off or he will wake up and fuss.
When he is awake his eyes are wide open as he looks, watches, and discovers this new world he has come to.
When his sister looks at him, his face brightens and he smiles because he already loves her and knows that she loves him.
I love that sometimes when I pick him up his arms wrap around my neck as though he is giving me a big hug.
I love how his bottom lip will stick out when he is upset, but he dose not always cry after.
I love that he has my chin shake, and you never know when it will start to shake.
I love that from the moment I found out I was pregnant I started to love him, and everyday I love him more.
I am glad that I was able to do what neither of my sisters have been able to do, and have a boy.
I anxiously await being able to watch him grow into a toddler, child, young man, and a man; but I will always hate that he is growing up.
I wish he has all the happiness in the world, because he deserves it.
I am glad he had a father and mother who love him enough to have been sealed in the temple.
I am glad he will be raised in the fullness of the gospel.
I am glad he is a Child of God.