My darling younger son...

You were always the self-contained one.
When you were in my tummy, I lavished affection on your brother who was going to have to grow up at 26 months. After you were born, I spent more time with him, so he would not feel you had usurped his place. He was always my baby, but you never seemed to mind. In fact, you seemed to revel in your independence.

Then one day, you wrapped your arms around me- I felt like I have never felt before. You often hug me now, and each hug feels as good as the last.

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