With the birth of Wolfe Cub #2 approaching, my realization of the fact that our little family of three will be no more causes much anxiety. I love our family of three. I'm sure a family of four will be awesome! But frankly that is an unknown reality and I KNOW this reality. As you well know if you have read this blog for longer than three minutes that Logan is a total dare devil. He is a rough and tumble, get dirty, bruised up, jump without thinking, toddler of a boy. The boy is giving me gray hairs! For real - I pulled some out. *Shudder*
Anyway - he is also a love machine! This has escalated to whole new levels of late. I wonder if he is getting a sense that life as he knows it is going to change something fierce this fall. Or maybe he is just realizing that Nathan and I are fan-freakin-tastic parents. Either way... I am LOVING all the love going on in the Wolfe house.
The other day he was out with my mom and I texted her to give him a kiss for me as I was having an "I miss my boy" moment. This is what she sent me back:
That is my boy - mid-kiss-blowing. I love it - of course. Made me all teary eyed... that could be the raging hormones though. But I think it is just my overwhelming love for this little guy and the awesome love he shows Nathan and I on a daily basis. We are two lucky people to have the best of both sides of Logan... he is a rough and tumble boy with the heart to love love love!
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