We had a busy first month getting to know Henry. He isn't much of a nighttime sleeper--but is getting better. Many nights he ends up snuggled up in bed next to Momma because he sleeps much better there. He loves to eat and is quickly making up for being a small baby when he first arrived.
What did my fingers do before they held him?
What did my heart do, with its love?
I have never seen a thing so clear.
His lids are like the lilac-flower
and soft as a moth, his breath.
I shall not let go.
There is no guile or warp in him. May he keep so.
--Sylvia Plath
