I remember after finding out we were expecting our second child I worried about how I could ever love another child as much as I loved Noah. And of course it's true, what they say about love just growing. Same story with this little guy. Our third boy. Love as if he were our first, then second. And some days, with all my boys, it nearly blows me over. William is so mushy and meaty and totally cute these days I am certain that if it were considered at all appropriate I would take a bite out of him. Like when he decides he wants to wear my hat, or eats a pear, or asks if I can help him get some ice cream "Wike a team, Mom. We do it wike a team." Lord have mercy.
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