As much as I wish Mason slept all the way through the night, our 4am feedings are a special quiet time where I get to stare at his sweet sleepy face and rub his velvety soft feet and tell him I love him as many times as I can before he’s done eating. I live for him holding my finger while he eats and nestling his fuzzy head under my chin when I burp him. 

I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude that he joined our family. I feel like I’ve known his face forever.