Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Very soon after we brought them home, I realized how different each of my boys were. Their little personalities started standing out right away.
They had different cries, they had different sleep patterns, they had different looks. I truly had two different boys.
10 years later I hold the hand of Seth and I hold the hand of Stephen. One in each hand. I wonder how I could have ever doubted being able to Love this much.