It's hard to believe that our new son has spent one month on the outside. I don't know where the days have gone. Everyday I feel like I need to put him down to try to get some things done - and everyday I look back and I wish I would have held him more. Somehow, before you know it, one month turns into 5, 8, 10 and 11 years. I can remember holding my other babies. I can remember their smell. And now we have finished the first month of our lifelong adventure of loving this little boy. Our little baby boy.