So after a long friday at work, we met up at my house for a blockbuster night and some food. He surprised me with a gift in his hand. It made me teary-eyed for it was sweet and perfect for the moment — and now writing about it makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. It was not the gift itself but the thought and gesture behind it. I appreciate the small stuff. Love you a million times over!

Carrying a new born is a beautiful thing,
when his body is trying to adapt to the world,
all he can do is hold on with his dear life,
and trust in you that you will protect him,
care for him, and love him with all your soul.
Merely untainted and innocent,
he cries for your dear attention,
and suffers from deprevation
from the warmth of his mother’s womb.
Therefore, he quivers in your hands
trying to adjust to the cold world.
It gives me more reason to be because
he’s a beautiful thing.

Sunday swings along and an addition to the V family is added at 5:55am, weighing in at 7.3lbs of sweet innocence and goodness named Rummie. Though I am not a fan of the name, he is adorable. Ladies watch out!

-Liza Mae