Only love. All love. All minutes of all days of all moments that fuse and fumble and find themselves a part of me. All him, all day, every day. Just love, just love, just love. Peace and grace and little moments when his face lights up and his soul sings through smiles. Smiles and laughs and the assurance that this the greatest job in the world. That I am the luckiest. And this is worth everything and everything and more. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Perfect little baby laughs. Thank you.