I’m laying here watching my son sleep and man, this shit just absolutely fucking blows my mind.

My love and I, we had a really good night, like a REALLY good night… and morning. And then my son just shows up because of that night…or morning. And then, he just grows inside of my body. Like I didn’t have to do anything or even think about it, though I did think about it, a lot, like it was all I could think about but I digress. I didn’t have to try, he just grew.

And now, here he is. He’s this whole human being, perfectly imperfect and perfectly himself and I can’t help but wonder…

How dare any of us not believe in miracles?