To my firstborn,
I promise you, she is a gift.
I know you were confused when we brought her home; why my belly that you loved resting your head upon was gone, just like that; why we stopped looking at you as much, holding you. We keep telling you you’re a big brother now--and while you still don’t understand what that means--you smile like you’re proud, anyway.
You thought you were my baby, the center of my world and my heart forever. You share your toys at the park and your Playdough at Sunday school--but you never thought you’d have to share me.
You didn’t think I could love anyone as much as I love you. I didn’t think that either, until she came into our lives and stole parts of our hearts that used to be only yours.