As it approaches 7 weeks since my son’s birth, two things really amaze me: how quickly time has gone by, and how much he has changed. Though, in the grand scheme of things, 7 weeks is not a very long time, it just seems as if he has always been here with us. It’s hard for me to remember a time without him. In the 40 days that he has been on this Earth, he has made such an impact on my life, and has stolen a huge chunk of my heart. He is truly my everything, and not a second goes by (well, maybe a little more than a second goes by when I’m sleeping, because I wake up every half hour or so, just to see if he’s ok) that I am not thinking about him or thanking God that he’s mine. He has a sign above his crib that says, “For this child we prayed,” and truer words could never be spoken. Yet, I am still so amazed that he was the answer to our prayers; to me, he is absolutely perfect. I feel like every time I look at him, I try to memorize what he looks like that day, because he is changing so quickly. When I think of his little face, I picture how he smiles when he is sleeping, or the wrinkles underneath his eyes. His right ear lobe sticks out a little more than his left, and he has long and skinny feet, just like his daddy. I probably spend at least 2 hours a day just staring at him and smiling. He is such a beautiful gift, and I am forever grateful that he is my little boy.