As I lay next to a sleeping 8 month old you - I feel overwhelmed by grace. You and I, little man, we've made it. It wasn't smooth, but we've made the mark. I am filled with sadness + joy in knowing that you likely won't remember any of the past month of memories we've shared. Sadness because, this has easily been our best month yet. But joys in knowing that all my errors and faults too will be forgotten. May these next few months be helpful practice for your mother's patience. (Lord knows, I need it).