You wonderful little person.
Such a sweet big brother to Ulv, so loving and interested, you love having him on your lap, kissing his hair, stroking him. You're always so attentive with him, asking Where's the baby? if I'm not holding him, worrying about him if he cries, fetching me things I may need if I'm stuck feeding him. And you say When Wolfie is big and can wear wellies and a jacket, I will play with him in the sandbox and we will climb trees in the forest. And that breaks my heart a little, because although he is here, those days are still a long way to go for a little man like you, you will have to wait a good while before you can play with your brother for real. I guess patience is the key word for all of us these days, weeks, months. Waiting for the little one to grow.
So while I want to speed time up for him, so he can get big and strong and can breathe without the tube, I want to slow it down for you a little bit. You are so big all of a sudden, and I miss you sometimes, I miss the days when you were the baby, when life was less complicated, when I didn't worry like I do now. When I could hold you close more. Lovely, messy, sweet little Falk.
