These are my boys. There are no two people whom I could possibly love more in this world.
When they are together... my love grows to an extent that I didn't even know existed.
My favorite thing in the world is hearing them be together. I love when my husband goes in his room at night...when our little one is supposed to be sleeping and I hear them talking to each other. Of course, the little one doesn't talk much yet, but I hear him jabbering. I hear dada and giggles.
Moments like those make my heart sore. Moments like those fill my heart with a joy, I didn't know, it could ever feel.
When my husband tells me that he taught Braden how to say bear, it makes my heart happy to know that he's willing to teach our little one and that Braden wants to learn from his dada. It makes me smile when he tells me that he asked Braden if that was his bear and he patted it, as to say, "yes, this is my bear." And when he holds the bear in front of him and says, "are you going to sleep with your bear?" he grabs it and hugs it. It makes me happy that they have their own way of talking and having fun with one another.
Theres no greater joy to me, really. It makes me so happy that I could cry.
Because when I hear them talking... hear them playing...everything in my world seems so right and perfect. I couldn't ask for anything more.