Oh, these two boys of ours..
I knew he was a boy. Not the first time round, but the second. Although we'd decided on keeping it a surprise, I knew. I knew with every ultrasound (and there was alot of them), I knew with every kick & jab and I knew in that split second after he was born, before the words had been uttered, that I'd be a Mum to two brothers. I spent hours daydreaming about how he'd look. I had one boy, one brave, beautiful, fearless boy; strong, stubborn and bold. Blonde, brown-eyed and beautiful (I know, I'm biased) and I couldn't distinguish between him and the boy I was growing. How could they be different? Surely they would be as magnificent as one another, and surely, as brothers, they would look just as equal.
And then, the surprise was born, and not for one single second of his life as he been the same as his predecessor. Oh, he's just as beautiful, brave and bold, but he's also carefree, content and serene. Everything about him differs to his brother; the dark hair, to his brothers lighter locks, the way he shrieks in laughter, to his brothers gentle giggles and the way he is happy to observe when his brother throws himself in feet first. Though they are different, and I can see it now, right in front of my eyes, there are things they share; the same bewitching dark eyes, the way they are bursting to life each morning and the bond these two brothers have.
They compliment each other beautifully, in every aspect, and to have created such a magnificent thing is dazzling to their father and I; to watch them grow, apart and together, is such a blessing. And if that's it for me, the two boys I carried, taught and loved, I will be proud that I was able to give them one another, and I only hope their bond continues to strengthen as they age. Oh, these two boys of ours, they're going to move mountains.