Grayson is coming into himself, and his rolls, more and more every day.
He’s a MOVER, as in nothing is going to stand in his way. And he will bull doze you over to get to where he’s going. 🚜 But he’s the nicest baby I’ve ever met. Except for that he’s also a biter (when he’s eating) and he thinks it’s cute (even when I wop his nose). He’s my snuggler, always burying his face deep (and hard) into my chest, he gives head butts out of love & and after naps you’re guaranteed atleast 14 minutes of uninterrupted sleepy-eye stares that make you realize there’s a whole lot of good happening in the world.
I’m so so glad for him & that his precious heart is one I get to know daily 💙I’ve been struggling with some trauma-triggers, post-Kawasaki ripples of anxiety now that everything is “calming”. I was mama bear—fully on, high alert and keeping it together pretty well the last two months. Leaning heavy on prayer and our people and His peace. And while I still have that peace, I’m also in the processing and remembering, as well as the learning & educating further stage.
is not light. It woke me up, yet again, to our frailty of flesh. It shoved me graciously into the stable arms of our God, where every day I’m reminded to re-place them in His trusted care.
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