My oldest. Henry. He entertains and teaches me each day. Independently social, is but one way to describe our sweet almost 4-year-old boy. Forever embracing every moment life has to offer, he is inquisitive, social, loving, quirky, talkative, passionate, curious, charismatic, athletic, coordinated, funny, and charming. He is my first-born who has grown-up so quickly. He gave me a mother’s heart.
Charlie. My second son. He has taught me more about life in 19-months than anyone else in my 29 years. My heart has been stretched by him – and filled with only love. I have no doubt he was the perfect second child for our family. There are many ways to describe our Charlie “choo-choo.” His smile, blowing raspberries, babbling that is almost song-like, signing, sparkling blue eyes, laughter, snuggler, patient, happy, big-brother admirer (and wanna-be orange goggle wearer.) He is love.
Each son has left his footprint around our house.
And in their mother’s heart.
Which makes it all the more exciting to welcome our third son into the family.
I have three boys.