I have a confession to make…I’m in love with another man.
My husband knows, as does everyone else in my life. I simply couldn’t hide it. I met him on September 19, at 5:47 p.m. I would describe it as love at first sight. He looked at me with his big grey eyes, and without a word, I knew my heart was his.
Since then, we’ve spent almost every moment together, getting to know each other. I think everything about him is perfect, and I’m pretty sure he feels the same way about me. He’s gorgeous, sweet, very affectionate, and boy is he a flirt. I think my heart melts every time I look at him
If you don’t believe me, have a look for yourself.
My little man was born at home, weighing 10 lbs and measuring 20.5 inches. For years, I was certain that I was not a boy mom. I already had 2 girls, and I knew all about princesses and dress-ups. How could I understand dirt and peeing in the bushes (ok, so I had a limited view, lol)? All my friends told me “You will love having a boy! Boys adore their mamas!” Sure, I thought, I’ll be fine, but it’s not what I want…
Let me be the first to eat my words. Not only am I fine, but I am head over heels in love. In fact, if we weren’t done having kids I would totally want another boy. So, there it is, I’m a convert. Turns out not only am I a boy mama now, but I’m completely loving it!