Our Little Blessing is now 15 weeks old. She is growing and changing and learning every day. And so are we. (Although I'm working on shrinking physically not growing. Just growth in the spiritual/emotional/etc sense for me.) The miracle of life doesn't end with conception or birth. It keeps on going each day. Despite a husband with almost no voice and a cough and Blessing who is calling it quits on day time naps, I am overwhelming in love with them both and the miracles they are.