I have four sons. The other day it struck me. It’s not like I didn’t already sort of know that. I just never really said it out loud. I have four sons.
Saturday, my oldest came to spend some time with my youngest.
You shouldn’t have to visit your baby brother. You should just get to hold him and kiss him whenever you want.
Nick is the only one old enough at the moment to go visit Mattie. The hospital NICU is still closed to children 17 and under for flu and RSV season.
Isabelle and Tay are pretty bent out of shape that they haven’t seen Mattie since January 9th. Don’t even get them started!
Isabelle told me the other day that I needed to go to “that hospital” and tell someone that they needed to let her in to see her brother.
Nick is one of those young men who will be miles ahead of most when it comes to fathering and parenting. I’m certain that when he has his first child, he will be one of the most amazing fathers on the planet.
Yes you may marvel at that spectacular tiny boy face. He is spectacular indeed.
I marvel at that man, my son, who is holding his brother. Soaking in the beauty of one he has chosen to love.
I’m thankful for my sons. Thankful for my eldest. Thankful for my youngest.
Longing for the day when all four of my sons will be together.