Moses Bennett Joseph is IMPOSSIBLY CUTE

The days are flying by. Yesterday, my youngest brother was officially 3 weeks old. He's growing faster than I can blink, and this is a time that none of us are going to live through again, so I'm savoring him. Cherishing the feeling of his warm, snug, tiny body in my arms and the smell of his downy head.

And, of course, photographing him, so y'all can see this piece of proof that there is an almighty Creator.

Rosebud mouth. Little knuckles. Button nose. I wonder if it's tough being so perfect.

I wouldn't be able to help loving him even if I wanted to. It's like when he was born, an invisible needle and invisible thread stitched him into my heart, into my soul. Only God could be the one to invent a feeling such as that.

All of God's grace in one tiny face.

My parents having been wearing joy since he came home.

He's deep in thought here, obviously. Hmm, isn't this a good nap.

He's a marvel, a wonder that just grows more beautiful and more priceless with each day.