Last night I was holding Vahnya like a baby he was tired it was past bedtime. As I held him he just looked into my eyes like a newborn baby does when you feed them their bottle. you know those bonding moments. Mike teasingly says to me, "He's not a baby" I said, "Oh yes he is, he is my baby and he never got to have these moments with me his mommy when he was a baby." We are making up for lost time. I can not tell you how these little moment fill my heart. As I write this I am in tears, this little boy as all of my children are is a part of me. He may not have my blood but he sure has my heart and I am so blessed to get to be his mommy.
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Sniff, sniff. I'm sure the feeling is mutual for him. What a blessing!
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