evan turned two months old on the 22nd. i can't believe how fast time is flying by, but at the same time, i knew it would.
i can honestly say that i have enjoyed every single second with this sweet baby. i spend each day adoring him and taking in just how beautiful he is, how soft his skin is, how sweet he smells (most of the time), how good it feels to hold him in my arms. all we begged of the Lord was for a healthy baby, and He outdid Himself by blessing us with evan. evan loves to be held, he doesn't fuss much, he eats well (he was 14+ pounds at 8 weeks old!), he rarely spits up, he doesn't pee on me when i change his diaper, and he sleeps on average 5 hours straight each night, one night even hitting the 7 hour mark.
ok, now i'm just bragging.
but even in the roughest of nights, i am enjoying evan so very much. in fact, it's when evan and i are the only ones awake and i'm completely exhausted that i reflect on just how blessed i am by this precious gift.
besides, it's hard to feel anything but love when he greets me with a sleepy smile in the middle of the night.