no one told me that i would forego naps, chores, and even meals just to prolong the joy of rocking my sleeping baby. that my husband and i would argue each morning over who gets to see the first smile. that i would never get tired of hearing people say "he looks just like his mama!"
no one told me that when i go to put him to bed each night, i would spend many minutes smelling his hair, his breath, and his skin. that i would sit and stare in wonder and amazement at the precious gift in my arms. that i would have a difficult time leaving him in his bed each night, always telling him "mama loves you, brooks. holler if you need me." that i would pray each night for one more day with him... for many, many more days with him. that i would kiss his sweet little nose, his cheeks, his forehead, always wanting "just one more" before putting him in his crib.
no one told me that his giggles would make me laugh uncontrollably. that when he moves his fingers in response to being waved at, it would seem worthy of a "breaking news" interruption in television programming. that watching him splash in his whale bathtub would provide a full thirty minutes of entertainment (or at least until he gets prune-y...). that having a "conversation" would consist of "ooo's" and "ahhh's"...and that i would actually feel loved and heard during that conversation. that folding tiny clothes would bring me joy and laughter.
no one told me that crocodile tears and a protruding bottom lip would break my heart. that his smile would light up my whole day. that watching my husband rush home to see his son would bless me tremendously.
no one told me how much i would love him. how thankful i would be.
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