Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Big Brother

A few nights ago Currier crawled into bed with us in the middle of the night. Trent and I were both too tired to be bothered by it. Not long after Currier joined us, I woke with horrible lower back pain. I was scared that I might be going into labor, which caused my heart to race with anxiety. I began to pace the bedroom floor and cry. Currier shot up from the bed and yelled, "Daddy help Mommy!" How my two-year-old child can say just the right thing at the right moment baffles me and it makes me feel proud and protected. He's going to be a good big brother... even if he does occasionally push Bruco or Paolo off my lap and shout, "No my Mommy!"

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