I have been in bed since 10 and it's midnight now. For the past two hours I have been reading my Bible, praying, praising, and crying. I am snuggled up next to Preston. His feet are wrapped around my leg and his head is on my chest. I can feel his heartbeat and I'm overwhelmed with love. I am soaking in every second of this sweet angel. He is perfection.

I love the way he loves me. I love that he is a total prankster, and that he makes you work for his affection. It makes the random times during the day when he runs up and kisses me for no reason that much better. He knows he is funny, and I love that. He knows what to do to make people laugh, and his laugh is pure music to my ears.

With every day that passes I am losing my baby, but I am gaining my boy. Before I know it I will be taking him to t-ball practice and helping him with his homework. One day I will be planning his 13th birthday party, and by then I probably won't be quite as cool as he thinks I am now. Someday I will be helping him gets things ready for senior prom and sending out graduation announcements. I definitely know I will have lost all my cool points by then. Then one day I will be watching him exchange vows with his wife and having a child of his own. THAT is almost impossible to comprehend, but I can picture it, and I can imagine having the same feeling I am experiencing now. Pure joy.

You, sweet boy, are my world. You are my purpose, and you are my
heart beat <3