I need Brody
My favorite is missing and nothing feels normal....my first baby, Brody, my 50 lb muscular bundle of kisses and love, has been dropped off at boarding so we can go on a family vacation that nearly drove me over the edge last year with just one kid. Now there is an additional newborn, and while things are generally under control at home, this is only due to my ability to retreat to the basement to get some sleep after the 3am or whatever time feeding. But mostly my Brobes just feels my pain, stress, everything and he’s here to share my snacks, lay his head on my lap or just lick my feet, which is his sweet way of saying “I know you’re stressed moms, but it’s gonna be ok.” I love you bud; you’re my favorite and I can’t wait until I get to snuggle your cuteness again.