What do you do when it just plain crazy hurts?
But tonight as I rubbed his sweet little baby head, brushed away a left-behind dry piece of skin, I kind of smiled and it surprised me to realize that I had nearly forgotten all about the cradle cap. When I look at Travis I see Travis. I see that sweet face and those bright eyes and those adorable, crazy adorable, ears. I love him so much that all I see when I look at him is perfect, complete, baby-ness. I love every inch of him, over and over. What’s a little cradle cap?
"Owe no one anything,
e x c e p t to love
~ Romans 13:8