I might have cuddled on the coach with Lincoln yesterday instead of making dinner.
He might have yet to be introduced to his cradle or crib.
I might carry him from room to room with me as I do my "duties" knowing full well that I could pop him in the bouncy seat and he wouldn't make a peep.
He might have the most addictive smile in the entire world.
I might have cried this week as I packed up his first few newborn outfits that he has outgrown.
He might be the first of our children that isn't sleeping through the night yet.
And I might be enjoying every. single. minute.
