As I was nursing Jonas on New Year’s Eve, my heart was full of thankfulness for my husband, my baby boy, and my life, when I heard fireworks and thought how good and right it was to celebrate the end of a banner year with that sound and feeling.
We hung out with Grandma and Pops on New Year’s Day…Jonas was eight weeks old. Â (A beautiful picture that Uncle Kerry took, of Jonas napping with Pops in front of the fire, is forthcoming.) Â
