Mommy loves her baby boy. 

There is a song that has become a part of our bath time rituals since the day our oldest son, Jack, took his first nerve ridden dip. After he had successfully completely one of his first milestones, Daddy and Mommy softly wrapped him up in his hooded puppy dog towel from Grandma; a towel that is still one of our boys’ favorites, and squeezed into our tiny two bedroom apartment’s bath room.
As his sweet baby scent filled the air we snuggled him close and sang,

Baby boy,

Baby boy, 

Mommy loves her baby boy. 

Baby boy,

Baby boy, 

Daddy loves his baby boy.

Baby boy, 

Baby Boy,

We all love our baby boy. 

This moment and the countless nights to come spent singing verses of “Baby boy” that spiraled into our entire line of family lineage to our sons in front of our bathroom mirror are some of my most treasured memories. These moments are filled with love, laughter, and an unexplainable joy that could burst your heart. They are moments that make your eyes fill up with tears and erase every colored on wall, ruined shopping trip, cut short dinner, and temper tantrum ever thrown. Moments that make you wish you could stop time and live in them forever.

Tonight, as I gently rocked Lucas back to sleep in his nursery and softly sang”Baby Boy” until his body became heavy on mine I found my eyes filling up with unshed tears at the thought of yet another moment, another memory I will never get with his brother. In that moment I felt him. I felt our baby boy Everett surrounding us in his brother’s nursery, watching over us as I sang,

Baby boy,

Baby boy, 

Mommy loves her baby boy. 

Baby boy,

Baby boy, 

Daddy loves his baby boy.

Baby boy, 

Baby Boy,

We all love our baby boy. 

Until I hold you in my arms again,

Everett’s Mommy

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