I guess my hormone level ain't back to normal just yet, because I've only been able to make it about one third of the way into this montage before I began to tear up and snot starts pouring out of my nose.
For 10 weeks and 6 days now, I've had the honor of calling this perfect baby mine. I'm blessed. I'm the luckiest woman in the world. Every day, I wake up and I want to shout from the rooftops how much I love this 10 pounds of love and smiles that I call my son. He spends all his days smiling at me and his nights mostly sleeping. I admit that when I was pregnant with Tiny Man, I couldn't imagine loving him as much as I loved Little Man, who is the apple of my eye. And yet... And yet... Tiny Man has propelled my ability to love to a whole new stratosphere. I can't imagine that anyone in this world loves two people as much as I love my two boys. And yet, I know that right now every mother reading this understands how I feel.