Boys

When we found out that Little Guy was a boy, I was just a wee bit nervous.  While I can tie sashes and paint toenails and play dollies in my sleep, I wasn't sure I'd know how to mother a boy.  I'm not much for getting dirty, not particularly fond of animals, and, as my dearest friends will be happy to tell you, spent the first two years of elementary school in remedial gym.  Boyhood was a tad intimidating.

 But then I found a little boy's love that was so enormous it became very easy to mother him.

So tender.  So sweet.  So devoted.

Soon, I couldn't imagine it any other way.

Then, we were expecting Buddy Boy, and most people seemed to assume we were hoping for a girl to go with our boy.  While I would have been thrilled to have a daughter, and would love to be so blessed someday, my secret hope was that we'd get to experience the sweetness of brothers...built-in playmates, lifelong friends.

And, really, I wanted to go back for seconds of that enormous, little boy love.

As it turns out, the double helping is even better than I could have hoped.