Just when I'm ready to throw in the towel,
bury my head in the sand,
raise the white flag
in concession to this tiny, 12-ish pound human,
he goes and does something unbelievably cute to make me reconsider.
First? It was the smiling. Then? He found his hands (and more recently, his feet).
Today? I made him laugh.
And all the sleepless nights, and all the crying, and all the poopy diapers, and all the questioning of myself is instantly all worth it.
He laughed. And, heck, I did too. Because sometimes life is funny and gives you just what you need when you need it.
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