Sitting here, my newest angel on my chest, rising and falling with every breath... It's perfect.
The Christmas tree on my right, my man on my left... Gazing at this perfect face, scattered long lashes, little perfect 'o' mouth open... Its perfect.
The weight of a baby on your heart, fills it right up to the very top, with the warmest, deepest, purest love.
And I have that times three.
That's my definition of perfect. 💜