resting

I never doubted I'd be a good parent. I've not had much first hand practice yet, but I think I'm doing fairly well so far.

I will be the first to say that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing at times. But then again, look at the title of this blog. Really, I think things will turn out ok.

So it's 9:36 PM, my son is sound asleep resting limply on me. His pink face and occasional snorts accompanying the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest reassure me. He' s only 8# 11oz, but I feel as if the weight of the world is resting on my lap.