For the first in what I'm sure will be many times, I am amazed by how quickly my son is growing. He's probably over 12 pounds by now, and most of it seems to be comfortably seated in his thighs. His cheeks are chubby, and when Rachel and I were giving him a bath last night we had to tilt his neck several different directions to get the washcloth between his neck rolls. (He'll get a few more weeks before he starts his training regimen at the YMCA. I'd like to have the doctor's approval before he starts weightlifting.) He's packing on the pounds, and he doesn't fit quite so well in our arms anymore!
Life moves so quickly... and we're just busy trying to enjoy each day. Rachel and I took Caleb out for a walk in the stroller today, enjoying the afternoon sun and the fall weather here in the South. It's cool, but every now and again those perfect fall days pop out and we feel the need to savor them. Tonight, we'll go to sleep and this day will slip forever into the past, replaced quickly by tomorrow, when we'll rise and have the chance to do it all over again.
It's amazing to think that so many women only get six weeks maternity leave. What that means is that Rachel would have returned to work this week. We are so grateful for the generous policy of the TVA--she has treasured this time at home, and I have, as well. We've bonded as a family, thanking God for the gift of Caleb, praying for his growth and health. We wonder at how our life has changed, and we can barely remember what it was like before God blessed us with his presence. (Although we're fairly certain it was quieter.) While we don't know what God has in store, we're so grateful for what has transpired over the past six weeks--day by day, miracle by miracle, we soak in the beauty of this new stage of life.
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