My mother-in-law always tells me that Heath was the perfect child. Despite the numerous tales I've heard from Heath to the contrary, in Connie and Mike's mind, Heath was the perfect child. It's important to note here, that Heath was the ONLY child. As I've come to discover now that the boys are old enough to venture out without me, spending the night at a friend's house or grandparent's house, one kid...on their own...is the perfect child.
I wouldn't trade either for anything, obviously, Jackson and Grant both are the blessings that make my life. Jackson provides a fresh persepective to almost everything I thought I knew. His perspective on the world around him is amazing to me and his personality is so close to my own that although it has it's downsides, it is also so wonderful. Grant is my love, he's the one to cuddle up to me every morning, and the one to always hold my hand and just generally feel the need to randomly take a time out from his otherwise all boy personality to get a hug.
I remember thinking before Grant was born that I wasn't sure how I could ever love another child like I loved Jackson. It's amazing the heart's capacity to expand like that. It was also a big shock to realize just how easy I had it with only one child! With one child, you never hear bickering, you never wonder who broke it, or who spilled it, or who forgot to shut it...whatever it is. Despite of this, I'm grateful for both my children. I would never be able to fully appreciate each of them on their own without having both of them all the time. I'm especially grateful that they will grow up to have each other. I know that boys are different from girls, but I hope they will have a relationship with each other similar to the one I have with my sister. I hope they will always be able to depend on each other. I hope that they will be best friends for life. And I know, that in 35 years, I will look back and say that they were both "perfect" children.
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