I'm having one of those nights where I am lying in bed thinking about how much I love my kids. I'm thinking about how Liam wants to be a fireman when he grows up and how his favorite color is red and how he likes to wear shirts with "no pockets and no buttons" and how sweet and sensitive he is. He is so good about sharing with his brother and trying to help him when he can tell he is sad (most of the time;) and he is equally sweet with me, almost daily he just gives me a random cuddle and tells me he loves me, and he's very understanding when I tell him I'm too tired to do something because I'm growing a baby, he hears that a lot these days. I am remembering today how equally excited and anxious he was about starting his new preschool and how he worked through his feelings and started with confidence.
They love each other.