My baby is three today.
My last baby.
I’ll never have a two year old in my home, again, and for a long time, I thought that fact would kill me.
And, I can’t lie, it does make my heart ache, but this kid makes it all so amazing, that I feel like the journey with him is worth the loss of what we’ll never have again.
He’s a character, this one.
He wants, so badly, to do everything his siblings are doing and they let him, and love him and care for him in ways that make me cry silent tears of gratitude.
Because, everyone who meets him wants to love him.
It’s amazing to me that, as I scrolled through the pictures in my media library for the blog, to find pictures of Tiny for today, there was a point where there were no pictures of him because the blog came about years before he did.
That’s crazy, because it feels like he’s always been with us.
And today, he’s three.