These two take over my bed.
Co-sleeping with little dreamers.
I love that Warner has a brother now.
That he already tells me how things will be when Franky is older.
Warner tells me his plans to teach him to walk and talk.
And he sets aside toys that he can't wait for Franky to play with.
It melts my heart.
On Monday, they both hit milestones.
Can you believe it?
Five.
I don't know where the time has gone.
I can tell you though, that this is the first birthday that he has had since Franky has been a part of this family, and all I could think about was
THIS POST.
The post where I sobbed about the thought of never having more children.
How I watched my baby getting bigger and it broke my heart.
All I wanted was another baby.
Or for time to slow down.
Or both.
And now that Franklin is here...
I just feel so much better.
Like I was ill, and he is my medicine.
Or I was lost and now I'm found.
I could think of a million lame analogies to tell you how much better I feel having him as part of the family.
And now my sweet babe is four months old.
Time is fleeting.
And I am thankful for every single second.
These little brothers are so sweet.
So perfect for each other.
So similar and so caring.
Already, the likeness between them is astounding.
Monday was such a wonderful day watching them celebrate together.
Franky of course had no idea that he was now four months old, but the kisses that his brother and sister showered him with all day made him happy.
And Warner asked Taylor to build all of his new Lego sets for him, and she tediously followed all of the directions and sat with him for hours.
It was a day that makes moms proud.
I wish to remember their love and giggles for the rest of my life.
I am so thankful for these children of mine.
To be able to have found a man that not only provides for our family and allows me to stay home with our babies, but who also supports every dream of mine.
To be a mother to three on Earth and two in Heaven.
I am so thankful for this life of mine.
Happy Thanksgiving.
XO
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