To my boys…
On the day I married your Daddy we exchanged vows with each other, leaving me with a moment I think of every now and then. The part when he said, “…and the mother of my children,” will forever make me smile when I think back to that day. Your Daddy choked up as the words left his mouth, he wiped a tear from his eye, and it was then that I knew how much he looked forward to a life with both of you.
Fast forward three years. Mason Cruz, you are my baby. You are the one who made me Mama, the one who made me feel a love I never knew I could, and the one with the plumpest, cold cheeks that I absolutely cannot keep my lips from kissing every chance I get. You want to be your Daddy. You’re only two years old and he is already so proud of you, because in this short amount of time you’ve already fulfilled his idea of what a father is to a son.
Fast forward two more years. Graham Taylor, we’ve only just met you and your laid back personality but know you were definitely meant to be Mason’s brother. Heaven forbid you cry. “Gam ok?” he says. I can already tell your big brother is never going to let anything happen to you and I hope you will be the best of friends. I wasn’t sure how to love two children but you quickly stole my heart and now I can’t take my eyes off you.
Daddy and I keep talking about watching you boys grow up together. It’s going to be loud. It’s going to be dirty. It’s going to have an unpleasant smell to it. But most of all, it’s going to be fun. So fun. We thought we had it all for so long now, but our lives are just beginning.