I remember those fears I had during my pregnancy with baby Bumblebee- that my Bug would feel replaced, that I was taking happiness from him by making him share and wait his turn and do all the other things siblings have to do. That he'd be jealous and sad, that my heart couldn't love any bigger, and that surely, they'd both suffer for having to split that finite amount of love.
Silly me. It's infinite, that love, and these two? One would be lost without the other.
My two, the park by the lake, a heart-happy morning.
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