I Love You…Quirks and All
I knew from the moment I laid eyes on my younger son, a preemie with dusky, lanugo-covered skin, that he was unique. Others were scared to hold this fragile, funny-looking baby. But to me, he was beautiful. I could hold him and his twin brother for hours watching their tiny, newborn features. While his brother’s round, pink face relaxed into a smile as he slept, his contorted into mesmerizing expressions, eyes a-flutter, as we listened to classical music in the nursery. This little boy, whom we affectionately call “Bear,” has always been his own kid. As a toddler, he would…
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Thanks for your support, Heidi. I'm thinking of rewriting it and submitting it to our local paper, in response to…