When The Little Things Become The Big Things

This morning Logan woke up early... like 6:00. We knew he was still tired because we were out way past his bedtime last night. Dan brought him into our bed for the first time since this actually. He has done so well in his own room that he never sleeps in ours anymore. It is nice to have him in his own room most of the time, but once in a while I miss cuddling with him while he sleeps. We all went back to sleep and sometime in the next couple of hours Dan left for work. As Logan started to wake up, I pulled one of those stay-still-and-pretend-you-are-asleep moves. He fell on me with his chest across my head kind of like this picture.

 

 

He landed so that my ear was right under his chest and I could hear his heartbeat. I just listened for a minute, and realized that the last time that I had really listened for his heart beat was probably when I was pregnant with him. I remember it being one of the best sounds to hear. It was a sign that he was healthy. I remember praying with Dan so many times that we would have a healthy baby. I am sure most parents can relate, but not much else mattered to me then.

 

It made me think that I don't stop to appreciate that heartbeat often enough. I don't stop to enjoy the fact that he can walk, or is learning to talk, or can hear, or can give me hugs and kisses. We have a healthy baby today and I am so thankful for that. All of the questions about what he should be doing this week or month in order to be caught up with all of the rest of the children his age just seem to fade. He is here and he is healthy... and for that I am so grateful!