I've known you now for two weeks and two days.
We stay inside while the world outside turns quietly into autumn (a beautiful time to have been born)
You are growing and I often feel sad, helpless even, that there is nothing I can do to stop it, and that you won't be my tiny 6 pound baby forever.
You sleep so peacefully against my chest.
Sometimes the side of your face gets red marks from being pressed against my chest for so long.
I love how you smell of milk--
and your drowsy milk-breath is just another thing I find myself missing before it has even gone.
This first month is a strange and beautiful time.