I actually never feel jealous of them. I adore them both and I love what they have together.
I mean, I look at them together and I just see such love and devotion to each other. I feel their bond – it’s tangible. You can almost touch it. It’s so palpable.
Such trust. Father and son.
And I have to be honest with you. I’m pretty sure this boy was never meant for another family than ours.
I think this was his Daddy before time.
To see them together is to see two sides of a coin. Different, but the same. Separate, but joined forever. Inseparable.
And I’m not even going into the mushy stuff.
They are meant to be.