The pile keeps getting bigger . . .

of clothes that Adam has outgrown! I keep piling things up in his closet that he's about to pop out of, while also realizing there are lots of clothes that he's barely worn that's he'll grow out of too very soon. Gracious me. My little boy is growing up! I can't tell so easily from day to day, but of course, anytime a granparent or friend sees him, all they can talk about is how much he has grown!

Four months have just flown by. As a neighbor said, the hours are so long, yet the weeks are so fast. I love knowing where his tickle spot is, that makes him giggle when he's in the right mood. I love that he behaves in church and sings during the hymns and the anthems. I love that I was able to take him up to the children's sermon at Hallsboro UMC yesterday and he listened! I even love that he pinches my arm fat while he's eating! :) My sweet baby.

First football game!

This weekend, the three of us went to the Triangle. Dan-daddy's 60th birthday on Friday where we celebrated at blair and Elizabeth's home. Then the UNC game on Saturday - Adam did so good! He spent the first 3 quarters in the Bjorn with Daddy, then the 4th quarter with Jonanna on the north side concourse. She and Dan-daddy came back to Charlotte with us, and Adam got lots of good grandparent time!

He is growing so much - holding his head up well, "standing", and "talking" up a storm!! Today, he spent a good 5-10 minutes staring at himself in the mirror, reaching out for his reflection, kicking his legs, and smiling. He is so cute and has completely stolen my heart!!!

A way to tie it down . . .

As the past twelve weeks have passed, a joy has bubbled up within my soul! Adam Barefoot Brookshire, my son, is a miracle from God who never has ceased to amaze me. Understanding that his flesh and blood is a miracle in and of itself, the upwelling of emotions and shift in our being that his presence has created is . . . indescribable. As each day passes, and I am opened up to a new world of friendship, inward instinct, and a whole new kind of love, I marvel at the gift with which our Lord has blessed us.

Not only is he a marvelous gift in and of himself, he makes me recognize the blessings of my precious childhood, my wonderful family, and my beloved husband. All of it takes on a new significance, welling up inside me where I can hardly believe it! I can only describe it as . . . a heart so full.

Back to blogging ...

As you can see, the last time I blogged with any frequency, it was in another country, in totally different circumstances. Now, I write as a mother of a 2 month old precious baby boy. As each day goes by, I ache to capture each sweet smile, each milestone, even each cry (he's so cute, even when he cries!) that I figure a blog is one way to do that. Also to keep close to those who geographically are not.

Today - (he'll be 10 weeks tomorrow!) my sweet one held his head up - I mean UP! On his forearms, lifting his chest, head up. I was so proud - and had to hold it together from becoming a bubbling mess.

I'll close for the evening, but each day, as feel the love from all my family, tell Beau "night-night" (and he goes to his bed), I love on my baby, and I wrap up in my wonderful husband . . . I give God thanks for a heart so full.