A few days ago, Teddy reached out for me for the first time. He grabbed my hand  with his tiny little fingers and held on like he was never going to let go.

It was the first time, but it definitely won’t be the last. He will reach for me when he is tired, sad, or sick. When he is lonely or hungry or just needs to cuddle. He will always reach for me and I will always be there, just like I am with his brother. No matter how sad or tired or touched-out I am, I will be there. It is the definition of my job as their mama; to be there. I am their strength and their softness. I am their warmth and their shelter. I am their mama, and no one can love them better than I can. My love will shelter them. My love is enough. It always will be.

A few days ago, Teddy reached out for me for the first time. He grabbed my heart with his giant love and he will never let go.