Welcome to the world, my sweet Henry James.

April 2nd, 2013 Johnny and I welcomed our baby boy into this world. 

He finally arrived at 11:47 pm which is fortunate considering I'm oddly biased to even birth-dates. 

I was in active labor for a total of four hours, and only had to push for 40 minutes [At last, those 7 work outs a week paid off!]

The nurses had to think that I was either crazy or on something because I kept a smile on the entire time, and was cracking jokes--it wasn't that labor was easy, because it wasn't, but my pregnancy was SO terrible and I was so ready to be done and meet this tiny piece of Johnny and I. So every time it hurt, or I felt scared or nervous, I just reminded myself that the little being that had been kicking me in the night and that I had spent hours talking to, singing to, and dreaming for, was about to be in my arms. 

That first moment where I laid my eyes on him, was surreal, to say the very least. I couldn't help but notice his luscious lips and perfect everything. I kept looking back and forth between my beautiful son and his father's teary face. 

It was perfect. 

 Photo Credit: Maggie Coleman

My sisters & mom joined us for the entire process and I could not be happier about that decision. They gathered around, cheering me on--we were all incredibly touched by the experience.

That night, I didn't sleep. I cuddled the newest addition to our family and wrote out my thoughts. I cried with Johnny about all of the beauty ahead of us. We talked late into the night about our sons future. As I unwrapped Henry James and stared at his little body, amazed at its perfection, my faith in God was solidified.