Before O (my second baby boy) was born I couldn’t really fathom loving him like I did, F (my first born). I’m not alone in this, I know. One of my friends recently told me she was so bewildered by the idea of number two that when she, her husband, her first son and her brand new baby were on the way home from the hospital, she leaned over from the passenger seat and whispered, “I’ll always love you best,” to her first born. Whew.
It happened though. Just like everybody told me. I really love number 2. Read full post »