Best Friends
August 26, 2007
There is just something so special between fathers and sons. I never knew how much joy I could feel watching my husband and son play (er, rough-house, act crazy, whatever you want to call it) together.
At the park the other day, I was stunned as I stared at Kai’s face and realized how much he’s growing up and really starting to become a “mini-Ryan.”
I’ve known mothers who were fearful of raising a second child. “How can I possibly love the new baby as much as I love my daughter?” one sister admitted during her testimony in Relief Society. “How can I have any more capacity to love another?”
As I progressed through my pregnancy, I feared I would feel the same. That I just couldn’t possibly love anymore and wouldn’t have room in my heart for another child. But then I see this:
Two best friends, Ryan and Kai. A father who so much as looks at his son in a funny way to start a riot of giggles and a son who has filled my life more than I could have possibly imagined. And I realize that I want more; more running around the house in a game of chase, more kisses and hugs, more laughter and silliness, more love.
Daxton Noah Kirk, we can’t wait to meet you.
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I LOVE the name! It’s great to be able to keep in touch this way. Good luck with number 2- it is absolutely amazing the joy that comes from the next baby!
I think when your capacity does increase you realize there isn’t a limit. I think we are designed to love, infinitely. I love the name Daxton, it rocks. Four kids later I can say you can never have enough.