I should be sleeping.
But I can't stop staring at one of the three most beautiful faces in the world.
Brennan and I have been bed-mates since the beginning of our Michigan vacation. Although I'm a bit sick of getting kicked in the face several times a night, I've thoroughly enjoyed staring at his sweet face as I drift off to sleep at night. As I'm sure most mothers do, I often stare in amazement at the perfection I was able to create (with maybe a teeny bit of help from God. Oh, and Brian).
I stare at that sweet peaceful face, complete with eyelashes for days and newly acquired scar over his eyebrow and wonder what God has in store for him.
I wonder what kind of boy he'll grow into - will he like sports or be more studious, class clown or class president, or maybe just blend in with the crowd.
I wonder what kind of man he'll grow into - will he be outgoing like his Daddy or more introspective like his Mama?
I wonder where life will take him - if he'll stray far from us or stay close to home, wherever that may be.
I wonder who he'll choose as a partner in this crazy moment in time we call life.
I wonder if he'll ever know the intensity of the love I have for him, and I'm certain he won't until he brings his own children into the world.
More than anything, I just hope for happiness for him. If I could give him the world I would, but ultimately what's important is guidance, wisdom, and my unending love. And I hope and pray that it's enough for not only my oldest baby, but for all three of them.