My Stink is turning two in a couple days.
Maybe if I keep saying it, it'll actually sink in.
I'm not sad, like I thought I'd be, knowing that he's my last.
I'm thankful that we've made it. It's been, in short, a journey. I could think about the hard times he had as a baby or I can choose to think about what that baby has become.
A fiercely independent soul.
A mama's boy.
A little brother.
A ray of sunshine.
A stubborn, strong-willed, determined little man. (let me emphasize strong-willed).
And a little reminder of things that are gone. Those blue eyes of his are exactly the same as his great grandma's and his Popa's.
He's also a little reminder of why I knit - because nothing is as cute as a little one in his mom's hand-knits.
He's one of my three reminders of all that's important in life.
Love you my baby.