My sweet boy

I have always thought of Harry as my sweet boy.  He is a very active little boy and has been since babyhood. He's got a gentle spirit and even though he sometimes seems a little out of control, he would not hurt a fly and has lectured me on more than one occasion when I have hurt the black ants that love to invade our house in the spring.

I have the great privilege of remembering the moment I fell in love with Harry, my firstborn.  I had post partem  depression after he was born.  As a result of that those first few months were a blur of anxiety and confusion. I knew intellectually that I loved my baby and that I wanted to do my best for him, but that emotional didn't click in as it did in all the movies/television shows we watch.  However, it did click in and I remember sitting in a park on a sunny spring day and realizing that I loved this baby boy and that I would do anything for him.  It was like a door opened up to a connection that had been there all along.  I cherish that memory.

Here he is with some lego creations.  When Kevin and I came home from an overnight away, both boys were happily playing with these.  It was a nice sight, especially since they are Harry's legos and creations and he was sharing them well with Robert.