He sleeps most of the time.
He's calm and sweet and snuggly.
Every once in a while he'll find that thumb.
His big sister Katie messes with him constantly and he doesn't seem to mind.
He loves to be swaddled.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
1 comment:
I can't believe he's 3 weeks old already. Not fair. Tell him to stop it.
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