When we learned we were having another baby, I thought a lot about you.

Our first.

Our oldest.

And I worried.

About what you’d think.

About how you’d feel.

About giving my all to two, not one.

I wondered if you would still feel in your bones just how incredibly special you are.

I wondered if you would still trust in your soul just how much you are adored.

I wondered if you would still believe in your heart that our love for you could never change.

I hoped you’d understand.

I prayed you’d adjust well.

I dreamt you’d fall in love with the new baby, too.

But in the midst of my worry, in the midst of focusing on all you might be losing, I forgot to consider all that you’d gain.

That you’d have someone to hold hands with as you stroll along the sidewalk.

Someone to help you build towers and forts, sandcastles and snowmen.

Someone to poke and tickle and tackle.

Someone to chase around the playground.

Someone to hide when you feel like seeking.

Someone to argue with one minute, then snuggle the next.

Someone to join in on all that splashing in the tub.

Someone to race after on your bicycle.

Someone to throw a ball with in the backyard.

Someone to giggle with as you make silly sounds.

Someone to protect.

Someone to teach.

Someone to encourage.

Someone to lead.

Someone to love.

Someone to stand by your side, through thick and thin, no matter what.

Because it wasn’t so much about what I was taking from you as it was about what I was giving you.

A best friend.

And I now know that is one of the greatest gifts I could ever give you, my love.

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