Thank You, Precious Jesus, for my Kempy.
Today, Kempton Charles is 3 months old.
With time I only get more desperate to stop time!
I thought for most of my pregnancy that Kempton was a girl. And honestly I struggled a very little bit to connect with him the first day or so. But it's almost like that is what makes us so close now. Somehow.
It does not matter how angry, frustrated, upset, tired, irritated, unhappy I am, this little man makes me smile with ease.
He has been smiling since he entered this depraved world, and started giggling shortly after that. He will always strain to see me if I'm not holding him. He loves his big sibs. He sleeps like a champ.
I absolutely adore this child.
Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. Psalm 127:3-5a