Friday, August 3, 2012
Oldest son and youngest son.
They are so much alike in some ways. And so different.
Oldest son was born into a family with two older sisters. He was our first boy, our only boy for almost six years.
So he was the baby.
And the only.
And then, once 5 of 8 was born, the oldest brother.
He was almost 11 when the twins were born, when his mini-me, 8 of 8, entered the world.
And he has embraced his role as the oldest of the three boys. He is their mentor, their protector, their instructor, something of a second dad at times (much to their consternation).
Oldest and youngest.
Both so sweet.