It is so hard to believe that Turner is over three weeks old. I cannot remember life without him. I've see so many great things over the past few weeks and I have fallen more in love with Julie through this whole journey. It was so hard going back to work, but I really enjoy seeing them both when I get home. In the last couple of weeks, I've stuck my finger in poo, I've been wet, I've tried to change diapers without the aid of glasses or contacts in the middle of the night. I have learned to forget about the remains of spit up on my t-shirt as the day goes by. I never thought I could get used to those things, but I realize that they are just small parts of the joys that come with parenthood. On the flip side, I've had the joy of calming this boy in times of tears to soar through the skies of dreamland. I have enjoyed the chance to see smiles during naps (gas, I know), to see my wife becaome the mother I always hoped she would be, and to see this baby begin understanding the small sights around his sheltered world.
It is with great sadness that I have seen him outgrow the outfit above. I'd love to keep him as tiny as he was when I first met him. I'd love to swaddle him and rock him in my arms. It is with sadness that I see him grow, but with joy that I know he has so much ahead of him. I can't wait to see more of his personality, to hear him say "Mommy" and "Daddy," and more importantly for him to recognize that he is a gift of God and he has a purpose created that goes beyond all of my dreams. I'm really enjoying to see Turner grow as the days pass.
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