To my two sons:
We got new pictures of you last week, and my heart melted all over again. You both look like you're growing well, and there were even a few smiles.
My youngest son, you look like you're gaining a little bit of weight, which is a good thing since the last measurement we got of you said you weighed only six pounds. Even though you're getting fatter, your clothes are still too big and are swallowing your little hands. It seems that every picture we have of you, at least one of your hands is buried inside your outfit.
In fact, I had to go back and look at all the pictures we've received just to make sure that you had two hands at all. You can't blame a smitten mama for not noticing that there's just one hand.
But there are two. No worries.
And they are still dressing you in pink, which doesn't make your papa happy. But don't worry, we've got some rock star guitar pajamas waiting for you here.
We're working hard to get our hearts and home ready for you and are looking forward to the day that those little hands and big smiles are here instead of there.
And your friends waiting for you here at home wanted me to tell you something: