This morning, I woke Aidan up and grabbed a jabbering Griffin from his crib to head downstairs. All three of us cuddled up on the couch in the early morning light. Griffin drank his bottle snuggled up in my left arm and Aidan curled himself into my right side.
After several minutes of quiet, Aidan looked over at Griffin, smiled at me and said, "I wish you could hold me like you hold Griffin. Like a baby."
I kissed the top of his head, nuzzled him and replied, "Me too honey. Me too."
He may be five, a kindergartner and missing a tooth, but he will always be my baby.
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