I had scooped Boaz up in my arms to hold him close to me. I felt his tiny vulnerable body next to mine and closed my eyes to thank the Lord for the sweet little gift; the one that grew inside of me. His little round head was soft with bunny like hair and his legs were dangling with buttermilk rolls. He felt so delicious and innocent. I thought about the sleepless nights that I have been experiencing with him for the last few months and wished that he would learn to sleep better, but when I placed him on my lap the big blue eyes that looked up at me smiled with complete adoration. How could I blame him for anything in this life, after all he is just a human completely dependant upon me. As I continued to look over his perfect little flesh my hand was squeezed with all of three months old might. His focus was so great that it placed a sweet smile on my lips. How lucky I am, how blessed. I softly pried his tiny fist from around my one finger and placed him to my chest again. He bent to my will as only an infant can, and I said a prayer for him. I prayed for sound health, and a sound mind, and I thanked my heavenly father for such a joy as Boaz.