I’ve heard it said that that the first man you fall in love with is your father.
The second man you fall in love with is your husband.
The third is your son.
My son arrived after 36 hours of labor. Apparently, he was so content where he was in the womb that he was happy enough to stay put. I, however, thought differently, so after nearly two days, we finally coaxed him out. He came into the world mellow and he pretty much stayed that way. Save for the first three months of colic, he was in many ways the ideal child. An angel to look at, eager to please, loving and full of life.
How could you not fall in love with that…
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