Immense Gratitude

I have a sweet little baby boy asleep on my chest as I write this. I listen to him snore and the silly little noises that only a newborn can make and I am struck with such as sense of awe. There's nothing like having a newborn in your home.
It was close to a month ago that I had him and I can't believe that the time has gone by so fast. I'm saddened at the fact that I feel like I have missed out on something. I don't know what it was, but I had to have missed a few days here and there otherwise he would still be a week old.
Ever since he was born, I have known without a shadow of a doubt that he was meant to come to our family and into our home at this time in our lives. The girls bring us so much joy and happiness, but he has really helped me remember what I was meant to do with my life. We all have different missions in life and paths to follow and for me, this is it. Being a mom. Being the one to raise three (and counting I'm sure) precious spirits of our Heavenly Father. To help them learn and grow in righteousness. To teach them what life is all about (as if I'm any sort of expert). To show them how to lift people and serve those around us, and to show them what amazing people they are. To help them realize their divine potential.
For some reason, I'm perched pretty precariously on this chair. I was sitting 'criss cross applesauce' while feeding him and then reclined (keeping my legs crossed) with one leg resting on the computer desk and the other on the arm of the chair. My back is wedged into the corner of the chair where the arm and back meet all the while sitting on my tail bone. But I won't move because he's comfy and sleeping. He's in a spot where he can hear my heartbeat and I feel his breath on my neck. A constant reminder that I will do anything to keep them happy and safe and comfortable. This is my mission and my stewardship. I may not always do it right, but my intentions are always good and there is always someone 'up there' who will make up the difference if I but do my part.