On my daughter’s first day of school, I watched as my baby, no longer a baby, walked towards the playground and away from me. Out of nowhere, a familiar face, then another, exactly the same as the first popped up and said hello! Friends Jaia had met on her first soccer team, twin girls, were in her class and we had no idea until that point. She was elated.
I chatted with the girls’ mom who, like me, was anxious and nervous about starting this new chapter. In the days and weeks that followed, we became fast friends. Each afternoon as we waited for our girls to come running out of the door we’d stand and chat. Some days we’d stay long after the bell rang and would talk while the kids played at the park.
At the time, Wes was still so tiny. Just a few months old, and the twins loved him. LOVED. They would beg to push his stroller or rock him or hold him. They just adored every single inch of him. And Jaia couldn’t have been more proud.
Fast forward a few years and these dear friends of ours announced they’d be welcoming their own baby brother. A Boy! The first in their family. So very much to celebrate. And I couldn’t have been happier for them.
Welcome, sweet boy…