Part of the reason I think I am so attached to my buddy is that when he was born, my hub was deployed. Neal left when I was seven months pregnant and came back when Liam was ten months old. Also, Liam was almost three weeks early and was only five pounds. He was literally the size of a tiny five-pound bag of sugar.
He was my connection to Neal when Neal wasn’t there. It was a tough year, as all deployments are, and balancing my time between my teeny new son and my two-and-a-half year old daughter was tough.
Thankfully, my parents let us stay with them. I think my dedication and my relationship with both my wonderful kids really grew that year. You cling to what you have.
Now, as I look at this growing boy, I see the wee babe he was. The tiny fella who filled a void I didn’t know I had. He fully showed me that my love would not be divided, as I had feared, but multiplied intensely. I miss his baby days, absolutely. But these funny times of hearing him singing while he plays, laughing at him screaming “LOOK! A ‘BAGE TRUCK!” every time he sees a garbage truck on the highway, and swooning at the incredible bond between Liam and Piper, they make it all worth while. Maybe more. Maybe they make me a better person.
Maybe now we are finally a full family.
Maybe that is why I love him so!