me and my perfect baby.
fake smile on me,
a baby neck perfect for kissing,
and my sick body.
since my coleman sebastian has been here, my body has been sick.
it just can not heal.
most days are depressing, but something bigger than me keeps me going all day long.
even if it is just hour by hour.
this was a good part of a day; i was able to rock him to sleep.
all i want to be able to do is take care of my family and my home.
when i am better and i feel stressed and exhausted,
i want to remember how it felt to not be able to do my job that i love.
coleman's nicknames so far:
chunk of cole
(his legs are as delicious as his neck!)