The last few days I have realized something. I always thought that a crying baby was a bad sound. I thought that when I had a baby, I'd go nuts hearing him or her cry. But now that I have one, that cry means he's okay. That cry means he's breathing. That cry makes me incredibly happy.
My Charlie is changing every day. He's eating more and growing. He's developing a little personality that's pretty big for such a small person. He's so sweet and perfect. It melts me when I see him react to my voice. At the end of this week, I'll have a one month old, who technically still isn't even supposed to be here yet.
This little boy is just so amazing. To say we're in love with him would be a complete understatement.
