his face

Henry was napping in my arms this morning. My most favorite place for him to nap.

I found myself starring at his face.

His nose.

His eyes.

The soft strawberry hair on top of his head.

When I was pregnant, I wondered what our baby would look like.

Like me?

Like Stone?

A perfect mix of the two of us?

This morning, while watching him sleep, I realized I've always known him.

His face....His nose. His eyes. His sweet strawberry hair.

Since the beginning of our time (Stone's and mine), he was meant to be ours.

I find peace in these thoughts.

In knowing our world is just as it should be.