Henry Love

I love how he crosses his feet when he nurses.

I love when he whimpers in his sleep while dreaming.

I love to see him wide awake and stretching and immediately relax and be back asleep.

I love having his ear impression in my arm after he's finished eating.

I love his little wispy hair tickling my chin and cheek when he's asleep on my chest.

I love that he has yet to pee on me. It doesn't count when he's getting into the bath, no one can help that.

I love the smile that comes over his face just before he burps.

I love when he's fussing Gwen sings her ABC's to him in her most sincere, loving voice ever.

I love when he has the hiccups Gabriella cracks up hysterically.

I love that he is only two and a half weeks old but it feels like he's been with our family for an eternity.

I love that each time he eats, he turns red in the face and fills his diaper right in the middle of eating. Every time.

I love that he sleeps well at night and goes back to sleep quickly.

I love that his cheeks are filling out and that he now has a double chin.

I love that his hands are hardly ever in fists. Usually his fingers are spread out like he's showing you the number four.

I love that he sleeps with his legs tucked in close to his body.

I love his expression when you try to give him a pacifier. He mostly hates the way it tastes.

I love the love in Joe's face when he looks at him.

I love that he makes our car feel really full.

I love that his eyelashes are practically white.

I love his cute little lips.

I love that his clothes are still gigantic on him.

I love that I am seeing more of his eyes and he actually stays awake for part of the day.

I love, as Gwen says, that "we get to keep him forever."

I love that he has brought Joe and I even closer, if that were even possible, since he's been in our lives.

I love the peace and happiness in our home since he's joined us.

I love that I don't think I could possibly love him anymore, but know that I will.