It seems right

More and more I feel like something is missing. I am not joyful enough in the circumstances, the cake didn't come out just like I had wanted it to, I didn't fully wrap my arms around a Saturday and squeeze the juices out of it...

Every now and then, however, life feels right. My muscles relax and settle around my shoulders and I feel like I've found the perfect spot on the couch-- the spot where there are no creases and I am not sliding into the middle or off to the side and my pants are not bunching around my knees and I can just enjoy a moment. William feels like this. His quiet presence just feels good, and it is almost as though there was a him-sized niche in our home and now he is there filling it up.

He is so peaceful and wonderfully unaware of anything outside the world of soft blankets and being held in the cozy nooks of arms that I'm sure some of his innocence will rub off on you and leave your tee shirt smelling like Spring.