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The hills are green and golden again, and the gray autumn skies that seem to last forever make the blue ones even more incredible by contrast. The leaves fall, quickly, thickly, and the sound of winter hovers just around the corner.
David falls asleep on my chest, his hair soft and sweet against my lips. He is such a precious boy, and I love to see his serious little face occasionally break into the widest, most delightful of grins. The nine months of waiting for him seemed to last forever, and the two months since his birth have flown by on wings. I can't get enough of him, and am always rushing through my tasks in order to be with him again.
I am so grateful to God, who blesses me beyond belief and knows always what is best for me. May I remember Him, even on those dark days, dim with uncertainty. May I remember always, His love for me has never, and will never, fail.
