Like his brother, Peter will always be my baby. I'll always remember holding him in my arms, keeping him close to my body as he slept. I'll always remember moments like the one above, thumb in his mouth and his ploes keeping him company. I'll always remember the "Mommy, help" moments. Right now, he argues with me every time I call him "baby". He's not a baby, he's a boy, he'll emphatically insist. And yes, he is a boy. With bumps and bruises and bug-bites. But that doesn't make him any less my baby. And that is something that will never change.
|Me and my boys|