| t h r e e m o n t h s | our little Clyde just gets better and better. his little belly laughs are both addicting and very good for my self-esteem. win/win. he is still very curious, always scanning his surroundings, loves Old McDonald Had A Farm, his black and white books, slobbering his hands to oblivion, and the beach trail. he does *not* love tummy time and will absolutely hold a grudge for the rest of the day if left in his crib to be a man and cry it out for more than 5 minutes. he is a tiny little meatball-sized dream come true and we’re so happy he’s ours! //
thank you to Mark and Kimi for such a great Sunday evening! 📷: @kimifinlinson
| November 3, 2019 | I knew my heart would expand, and throb, and gratefully ache for you; I felt that before I could even hear your heartbeat. I knew you were going to bring indulgent amounts of love with you. What I wasn’t prepared for, though, was how the heavenly love you brought with you would extend to everyone else I loved, too. Since you were born, I have felt as though I can’t hold my beloveds tightly enough; the love just abounds and resounds and aches in the most wonderful way. I have been overcome with how grateful I am that life and love extend far, far beyond mortal plains into eternal and endless vistas. It is this pulsing promise that has been echoing ardently in my heart since your birth. Your blessing day was the most beautiful day of my existence, because it is the longest I have ever felt held in Heaven’s arms. The hands laid upon your precious head were the hands of those we love most, and those who love you most. Your dad’s words were perfect; he knows you so well already. Bompa traveled to lay his dear hands on his namesake. You wore the little outfit your Uncle Alex was blessed in, and it kindled my heart so to see you in it. Someday, someday you will understand the legacy of love that you have been born into. The hearts surrounding you are woven together so very tightly. I hope this love always carries you, as it has me. Your very name is synonymous with it. My sweet baby boy, my precious little Clyde... We love you to the sky. //
