Life is hectic these couple of months. Ben is working more than 60 hours each week and I am constantly trying to organize and reorganize our new place. I am glad God created me to constantly work so that I won't get bored at home.

Isaiah is a week short of being 3 months old. He can smile at me when I look at him and he can recognize my voice. He waits patiently for me to get him in the morning; he gives me one of his wide open smiles and I pick him up and give him kisses. I don't want him to get big, he is my baby and I want him to be just as he is a bit longer. I love being a mother. I can't describe to you the joy I feel and the love I have for my little guy. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him; anything that is good and wonderful. Its strange that I already have this deep jealousy for his love. One day he will become his own person and will not need me any longer. One day he will fall in love and get married and have his own family; he will no longer think of me as I think of him now. This feeling inside of me is strange yet very real. Perhaps this kind of love is the kind of love God has for us; an unconditional love; love that is sacrificial.

I am tired and weary, perhaps I should go to sleep.