Written by
Jo Dee Messina

It’s some crazy early hour in the morning. I’ve been up a good part of the night. The baby usually gets up around five or six. I’m downstairs and don’t want him to cry and have me not hear him. So I went upstairs to make a bottle and put it in his crib in hopes that he will find it when he gets up and not wake up my husband or our 3-year-old.

When I found out I was pregnant with Jonah, I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to love him as much as I loved Noah. Noah is my little prince. He was our world.

When Jonah arrived, he won my heart. I never knew what people meant when they said it didn’t matter how many kids you have, you always have a special place in your heart for each of them. Now I get it.

As I went into the nursery to put Jonah’s bottle in his crib, I had to take a moment to just look at him. So precious, so sweet. I love him so much.

After I took care of Jonah, I went to check on Noah. I adore him. As I stood there watching him sleep, I was overcome with gratitude and love. I’m crazy about my boys. They can make my head spin, but every day I thank God I have been blessed with them.

My husband and I have talked about people who chose to have nothing to do with their children — whether due to divorce or differences of opinions. That is something we can’t even begin to get our heads around. I can only guess those folks are just self-centered or cold-hearted. I could never imagine not wanting anything to do with my sons. They are my heart. My love. Every day I am grateful for them. Thank you, Lord, for the beautiful little blessings you’ve brought into my life.