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First Love

When our third son was born, he wasn't breathing. Our midwife had to give him mouth to mouth while I gently talked to him looking into his beautiful eyes. When he was resusitated, he was starving. I immediately started feeding him feeling extremely guilty when our midwife said there was a knot in the cord and he had been starving in the womb. He was my smallest baby weighing in at 5 pounds, 6 ounces. From the time he was a baby till now as a four year old, I realized that there is something about Justin that melts people's hearts. A friend once asked me, "Is he your favorite?" probably half-joking. A couple months after Justin was born, Isabella, his best friend, came into the world. Whenever I see the photograph by Jacques Lowe called First Love, I am reminded of Justin and Bella. When they were two years old, they fell head over heels. Now they are four and they both have their own distinct personalities. Justin is matter-of-fact while Bella is dramatic. Even though they are so different, they adore each other. Justin is always greeted with a kiss to the cheek and he accepts it graciously. My heart puddles into my stomach every time I see that. Whenever they have to part, it is always very hard for Bella. Justin is always comforting her while she cries her heart out. He never seems to understand that she cries because she loves him and misses him. I'm sure he loves her and misses her, too, but being a man, well, you understand. I do not know what the future holds for them. It's just nice to know that they have each other for now.

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striving... said…
You writing about it brings tears to my eyes. If they grow up together and just are able to be great friends that will be awesome. However, If Bella can land him, I think she would be very lucky.
January 19, 2007 at 8:47 AM
bigsis said…
striving, you were right that is absolutely darling. I can so see bella giving him smooches and crying. How cute is that.
February 7, 2007 at 3:52 PM
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