He wants to be held

I love my life. My husband. The little children we have created.

We are so blessed.

Lately, I've been feeling especially grateful for Milton. He's been cutting a couple of teeth, and the misery runs deep. But he doesn't know how to be anything but happy. He rarely only cries. Any little effort on mine or Darren's part will bring a smile to his face, even through the whimpers and sad eyes.

Maybe it's because he's such a snuggly sweetheart, but I'm not even that annoyed that he prefers to sleep with me/in my room all night long. Sure, I prefer not sharing the bed with a baby. I definitely sleep better without him. But, as you can see in the picture, his needs are simple. He needs to be held, loved, and loved some more.

I can handle that. I'm grateful for the opportunity.