My saving grace has been my sweet boy. After battling him being ill for about 2 weeks straight, it was both rejuvenating and a breath of fresh air to have my happy healthy boy back. He returned to his sweet bubbling self, so much that I would often well up with tears as I received such love resonating from those chubby arms wrapped around my neck.
He blows me kisses. He hugs me tight.
He giggles with such delight.
Oh, how my heart loves him.
I began to ponder how in the world was I going to have as much love to share with another. And then I read something the other day that totally made sense in relation to having more than one child. It said something along the lines of, your love doesn't become divided or shared but it grows in a way that you wouldn't think possible. All I can say is I have already fallen hard for the sweet little one growing in my belly....I can't hardly imagine how much deeper it will grow as we meet face to face.
But for now, I have this sweet face to soak up. And oh, how my soul rejoices.
My boy. Thanks for keeping me on my toes and for bringing enough energy for the both of us. I can't wait to watch you grow into your role as a big brother. I'm sure you will take that role very seriously and shower your brother or sister with so much love, guidance, and kisses. Lots and lots of kisses.