We are so blessed.

A third perfect infant.

With a perfect newborn smell that I cannot get enough of. I continually find my face snuggled into the nook of his neck without really knowing how I got there. I am addicted.

Perfect newborn skin. As soft as butter and almost as irresistible as his yummy scent.

A perfect sleeper- waking only twice to nurse before drifting soundlessly back to dreamland.

With a perfect little whimper and even more perfect little grunts, I find it nearly impossible not to have him in my arms every second.

I love to feel his perfect little breaths on my skin. They are so comforting.

His perfect little body that I have come to know so well over these past nine months buried against mine while we sleep.

He is pure perfection.