Sleep

I'm fairly confident that we hold Asher while he sleeps far too often. Except for the fact that this is the only infant we will ever snuggle in our family. I'm quite certain we've spoiled him by how much he's held during naps and at night before he goes into his crib. But I wouldn't change it for the world.

From the first day Asher came home, Brian and I knew that he would be the only itty-bitty baby to grace our home. So consciously we made some decisions to soak in every minute of this short season, which included lots of sleepy snuggles. He co-slept with us off-and-on during those early months (something I SWORE we would never do and I love that we did). To this day he falls asleep on our chests for every nap and before bedtime every night. He's never cried it out. During Asher's afternoon nap he sleeps next to Brian on our king-sized bed. Most mornings he comes into bed with us for an hour or so before the day finally awakens us.

I'm sure most people and experts would say we're crazy and frown on our choice. But that's just it: it's our choice. And we've made that ridiculous choice because we are acutely aware that we 1) didn't get to do this with our first two kids and 2) we will never get this time again. Therefore, we spoil Asher and we adore every minute of it. It's holy ground. It's sacred space. It's intimate time with our son and we are grateful for every precious, time-sucking moment holding him while he sleeps...

We've taken a million pictures of our sleeping baby because it's a reminder that when we rest we are held in good hands...

Holding him sleeping on a Sunday morning at church. Per usual.


Snuggling after momma's long work day.


A nightly ritual.
(Those eyelashes!)


Heavenly peace...