Little Boys

When I found out five years ago that my second child was a little boy, I wasn't sure what to think. I mean I knew I'd love my child boy or girl with all my heart--but I just wasn't sure how to raise a little boy. Being a girl and having a little girl, I was used girly stuff--make up, clothes, SHOES!!! Well of course the second I held him in my arms, it was instant and automatic love and adoration! I still remember his little cheeks, so full and chubby, hanging off his little face! To this day, there is know one who melts my heart more than this little guy! All he has to do is look at me with those beautiful eyes. . . I love watching him and imagining the little boy my husband used to be. I love the fact that he is a tiny little version of a man ,and that I have the ability help mold him into an amazing man for some lucky little girl who will one day be his wife--many, MANY years from now! Five years later and now my days are filled with kitty cats and doggies, barbies and dinosaurs, Polly Pockets and rocks, sequins and bugs, lip gloss and TOADS. . .I love it!