Lucas is there, he is on the verge of walking. Yesterday, he took a few steps all by himself. He was so proud of himself, that as he giggled at his accomplishment, I had scooped him up into my arms to kiss his little face. His little giggle is infectious and I can't help but giggle with him. He is always so proud of himself when he learns a new "trick". But as a momma, it makes me embarrassed to admit that I don't remember every moment. With Anna, I remember everything, every time she did something new, I remember her first word, her first step, the first time she broke into a run, the first time she said "I love you", the first time she said "Momma" and most importantly, I can see her smile when I close my eyes.
But with Lucas it is different, I can't believe I am writing this down for the whole world to see, but I can't remember all of that. I know that everyone says that the second baby gets less than the first one, but I was determined to not let Lucas feel left out or become an adult and ask where his pictures are or me to not answer a question about his childhood. I love my children the same, but time really does change things, with Anna, I was trying to commit everything to memory, but with Lucas I live in the moment. I can rejoice in everything he does, but I have to find a better way to make it into a memory. I never want him to feel less important. Maybe it is all in my head, I do have a wild imagination, but I hope that he knows I love him just as much as his big sister.
what a cutie!
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