#Boymom

A part of me probably hoped for a girl when I was pregnant with Julian. I mean, I think it's natural to want to experience raising one of each. I wasn't disappointed when I was told we were having another boy. I was probably a little relieved. I was used to raising a boy and had more or less figured out how to do that. And little boys love their mommas!

This morning, as I watched my two silly boys run around the house together, I was struck with how lucky I am to have two boys and that they have each other. I'm sure they'd have a great relationship if one were a boy and the other a girl, but there's something special about having two boys. They get each other. And it brings so much joy to this momma's heart to watch them really start to play together.

Julian mimics everything Lukas does and says these days. He follows L around and repeats his sentences. He wants to do whatever his big brother is doing. And Lukas is mostly happy to have his little mini-me trailing behind him all day.

I'm excited to watch their relationship unfold over the years. I know there will be fights. I know there will be even more rough-housing than there already is between them. But I also hope there will continue to be deep love and connection. And laughter. These two fill our home with laughter and it is the sweetest sound I have ever heard.