Years ago I watched my little princess turn four – all grown up into a full grown little girl, leaving her baby years just to memories etched in our minds forever.
I was yearning for that newborn baby again… the anxiously awaited moment when a baby finally arrives, waiting 9 months to find out if we had been gifted with a princess or a prince, the newborn baby smell, the miniature hands and delicate lips, the constant cuddling as they spent their days close to my skin in a sling, the comfort of nursing a newborn baby to sleep, sleeping side by side wrapped up safely in my arms each night…
I missed all this and I desperately wanted to bring another baby into our lives. Paityn was vying for a baby brother. Not being burdened blessed with twins we soon began the journey endlessly debating on boy vs. girl (realizing that Paityn might not get her wish but knowing that she would concede once she met her newest sibling). Nine months later our littlest babe – our first son arrived – four years ago today. Two weeks early he made up for the tardiness of his older sister.
A certainly charming little boy, Maddux Robert. Green eyes and fair skin (what else would you expect), dubbed Polar Bear, our littlest babe joined the Willoughby clan to make our family of 4 complete.
Two young kids fill up our days, occupy our hearts, and pilfer all our money. So I watch my littlest baby enter his little boy years with a different outlook. I cherish the memories of each of their births, I reminisce about their early years, I marvel at their individual qualities, and I look forward to the delights each new phase will reveal.
I pass along my baby belongings with only the slightest bit of hesitation. I coddle my toddler like a newborn knowing he will be my last baby. And I delight in all that I have been blessed with!
All as I watch my youngest babe turn 4 and toddle around on his birthday desperately trying to keep up with his older sister.
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