I am getting excited to see the interaction among my sons in 6 weeks when the return home happens. Two years make a big difference in the growth of younger brothers, and I think #1 will be shocked.
I think about the September days in 1990 when it was so hot in our LA apartment, and I would take a cool shower and sit in front of the fan to cool off. My big pregnant belly full with my little redheaded boy. And #1 rubbing it and calling his brother Adam-baby. I am anxious to see some quick, time-efficient nurturing again during the Winter when #1 will pass on knowledge again to this same brother. Instead of fetching his pacifier or covering him with his blanket, I will see hugs and I will hear advice. And I will watch and feel warm again, like those September days 19 years ago.