Jake was the last of my babies born to me and with good reason. He weighed in at ten pounds. Surprising even the doctor who had guestimated 6-7 pounds. And while 10 pounds may not seem big now a days, to this petite 115 pound mom it was a lot. A whole lot, trust me.
Jake was the baby of the family for five long years. We did have a family meeting about adopting and he seemed on board, even excited about having a little sister.
And he was. He loves Hope...and Grace and most especially Rachel. Maybe because they are so much alike. Always a ready smile. Always happy. Never serious, unless he has to be.
After all his aspiration in life is to get to Hollywood and become an actor. Or a rock star. Or a director. An artist. You get the idea, something creative for our boy. And I totally approve, even encourage him to become more creative.
Me? I just feel blessed that I am the mom to such a sweet easy going fun loving boy who enjoys every second of life.