Trudging forward
Time is cruel. An enemy of every parent. Look at them. Not 3 months old there. Holding on, sleeping, dreaming, soft, warm, powder-smell, toes under their blankets... my boys. They can't sleep like this anymore.
They sleep in their own cribs, curled up with a stuffed animal. Still soft, still warm... makes me want to cuddle up next to them. That's Seth with his arm around his brother. He was so tiny, I look at him now and just cannot see him as that fragile 4 pound newborn. He is so silly, so happy, so... beefy. JP, always the flirt. Always with the blue eyes and long eyelashes.
My sons. I never knew I deserved this life. Two beautifully intelligent, amazing daughters and now this.
Look at that. That's a picture of love. Of comfort, of peace, tranquility. My favorite of the boys. My boys. Blessings. Joy.
They sleep in their own cribs, curled up with a stuffed animal. Still soft, still warm... makes me want to cuddle up next to them. That's Seth with his arm around his brother. He was so tiny, I look at him now and just cannot see him as that fragile 4 pound newborn. He is so silly, so happy, so... beefy. JP, always the flirt. Always with the blue eyes and long eyelashes.My sons. I never knew I deserved this life. Two beautifully intelligent, amazing daughters and now this.
Look at that. That's a picture of love. Of comfort, of peace, tranquility. My favorite of the boys. My boys. Blessings. Joy.
we can't beleive that they are growing up so fast!! they are just a delight, we are so lucky tohave been blessed with them and their sisters.
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