Monday, April 16, 2012


Anderson, you're a Daddy's boy. It's been hard, without a doubt, to always come in second, to be the one pushed away, to be the "mean one". When you wake up in the middle of the night you tell me, "No, Mommy! I want my daddy!". In the morning when I want to play trains with you again you tell me you want Daddy to play with you. Nobody can do anything as well as Daddy. You love him more than anything on this Earth. It is something special, the two of you. I don't try to compete. I just sit back and soak up the love the two of you have for one another. And occassionally I bribe you with treats. I'm sure that one day it will be my turn.

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