finley

from father's day…it takes that long to do things. i am learning to do just about everything with one hand and slowly enough not to wake a baby. now if only i could find a way to fit a shower in to that system.

beside me my son rests on his father's chest. a father and son both "born" just six days ago. it is beautiful. life is so perfect. sleepless nights and all. i cannot find the words to express how it feels to comfort this little boy, even at the latest hours, to watch his every move with a love that pours from my heart in a way i have never known. motherhood is amazing.

finley harold binder joined our family june 12 at 1:20 am. my labor was long, thirty hours, and hard. it is the hardest thing i have ever done, and yet i would do it all again no question. i hit walls, places where i wasn't sure i could go on, that i would make it wthout going to the hospital. but the strength of those with me (a midwife i adore, two dear friends, and my husband) kept me going. finley was born at the base of our bed. jason held me in his arms. margee and kat (two of my dearest friends) held my legs and cheered me on. we all saw his dark head of hair as he emerged. he rested on my chest after birth and i felt higher than i ever have, nothing could compare. the moment was bliss inside of bliss.

so…welcome finley harold to this place, to this world, and our family. welcome to the thrills of life, to the moments of craziness, and the feelings of love. you've made us grown so much in just these few days. our lives are changed forever. a father and a mother and our son settle in for our first father's day.