Born to be Free 1 of a 9 part series
It was early on a Tuesday morning. Dad and I had been up all night anxiously awaiting your arrival. You were a stubborn little guy right out of the gate. Clearly you were in no hurry to come out of the cozy little home you had for the last nine months. After a long 23 ½ hours, there you were. This perfect, adorable, precious little boy. Words cannot describe how much we loved you within seconds of meeting you for the first time. That love is what has guided us on our journey together. A journey we had no idea we were in for, and one I never imagined we’d be on. You were four months old when I found out I was pregnant with your brother. You were such an easy, happy baby. Admittedly, I felt guilty giving you a sibling so quickly. That guilt turned into gratitude as I watched my two boys form a bond so incredibly tight. That bond was a big part of your journey. You conveniently started walking just before your brother was born. You weren’t even 1 yet! I knew then that this would be...