Just one week ago today, we welcomed our darling little Alfie Francis into world. At three fourteen in the afternoon, and after a long however surprisingly relaxing labor, our doctor carefully handed us our sweet boy, gently passing all six pounds and eleven ounces of his over to me. There on my chest he rested and snuggled and nursed for well over an hour, his beautiful eyes locking with mine every now and again. I cannot really describe the depth of this moment, other than I fell in love so hard, becoming completely vulnerable again as a new mother of three and one big ol’ pile of mama mush. As I laid there, Andrew pressing into my bedside, we listened to the sweet symphony of new Alfie. Those little grunts, small bouts of crying, and his short first breaths filled the room as we sunk further and further into a place of calm and joy. He’s here.