For the first time, Joey felt our boy kicking last night. I've rarely seen him so overjoyed and overtaken with emotion.
"HEY, little buddy!" he exclaimed and kissed my belly where he felt his son's kicks.
It's these moments...They reassure me that things are going to be good. No--better than good.
We are a family.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Alive and kicking.
Posted by Kelli T. at 11:42 AM