These days I’m smitten by this boy. I’m enjoying him, just being him. But, there are moments when I’m caring for him and it’s like I’m caring for my previous two all over again. I blow raspberries on his belly and while he giggles, I remember, just like it was a moment ago, doing the same exact thing with his brother and sister. I have a third chance at mothering a little one again and with the third comes more experience and more grace. His nails aren’t always trimmed and I have scratches all over me to prove it. We sorta have a schedule and we sorta don’t, all at the same time. He wears pajamas most of the day. And it’s all alright. Because he is mine and there are no rules to being mine.