Perfect

     Sometimes I can't help but feel like my life is perfect.  As I sat in one of three available seats in my living room, (even though we have a couch, a love seat and a recliner) holding this perfect baby, I couldn't help but feel like I was in the perfect moment.  Even though there are dirty diapers strewn about, laundry piled up in the hallway and dinner still lingers in the air (and the kitchen), it was perfect.  Tate was snuggled up in my arms holding my fingers with both of his hands.  He sat there so peacefully, and wide awake.  I can't believe that I get to be his mom!  I love this baby so much!

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