Close your eyes
Have no fear
The monster’s gone
Have no fear
The monster’s gone
He’s on the run and your daddy’s here
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Beautiful boy
Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way
It’s getting better and better
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
It’s getting better and better
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Out on the ocean sailing away
I can hardly wait to see you come of age
But I guess, we’ll both just have to be patient
Cause it’s a long way to go, a hard row to hoe
Yes, it’s a long way to go but in the meantime
Before you cross the street
Before you cross the street
Take my hand
Life is what happens to you
While you’re busy making other plans
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Beautiful boy
Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way
It’s getting better and better
It’s getting better and better
-john lennon-
Tucks First Three Months from sarah tucker on Vimeo.
Lately I can’t stop looking at his newborn photos. My little guy was so tiny. I usually cry.
he didn’t have an easy birth.
in fact his cord was wrapped around his neck, and he had already gone to the bathroom.
i didn’t know any of this, thank goodness. but it sure made for a crowded delivery room.
it was really hard for me to picture him when i was pushing. i couldn’t do it.
i couldn’t even imagine.
then when he arrived, they couldn’t let him scream because of the cord/and the tube that had to go down his throat to clean it out first.
BUT then that glorious sound- the cry.
BUT then that glorious sound- the cry.
i kept asking if he was okay.
he was perfect, praise God.
all i could hear was my mom talking to him in her cute little voice at first.
then they brought him to us.
and i think it surpasses anything i’ve experienced. that anticipation of holding your first born.
the real thing blows it out of the water.
the real thing blows it out of the water.
all of the photos with me are with the ugliest cry you could imagine.
my eyes wider than they’ve ever been.
meeting the one you’ve loved and prayed for after nine months is an indescribably beautiful thing.
I miss these little teeny tiny newborn days, and yet I can’t wait to see what he’ll do next.
I wish there was a pause button in life. but I’m sort of glad there isn’t, because there have certainly been moments I’d still be stuck in today. Afraid the next couldn’t top the current.
Tuck turned three months last night at 7:21pm, while we were on a family walk.
and it is like john lennon says,
every day in every way it’s getting better and better.
{though you think it’s not possible!}
{though you think it’s not possible!}
