When I think of babies

...I think of the sweet smell of Johnson's and Johnson's baby wash. I used to think of endless crying, little sleep, and messy diapers, but I guess I am softening up a little. Isn't it funny how just seeing a sweet little baby can bring a smile to your face, lighten your day, or remind you of trying but beautifully difficult times?
When George was 4 weeks old, he cried almost 6 hours of an 8 hour stretch through the night. I cried too...in fact, I cried quite a bit that night and cursed that little trial in disguise as a blessing. Then after hours of turmoil, he fell asleep, into a deep peacefull, angelic sleep. I walked into his pastel nurery and peered over the sides of his crib rails. My sleepless night and angst slipped away; so sweet and innocent, he lay there breathing so softly, and I remember feeling in awe with how blessed and lucky I was to have him.
This week, my dear friend Tammy, allowed me to photoshoot her sweet baby, that may perhaps be her last. He is her 6th, but when I watch her hold him and love him, I am reminded of how in awe I was with my first. Isn't he a beautiful miracle?