It is 2006, Majorca. I am approximately 4 months pregnant with my second son. My 6 year old, first-born son is young enough to still indulge me in a moment of bliss in the doorway. The kiss was caught on film by my husband.
Fast forward at lightning speed to 2013, France. I am not pregnant, just a bit flabby around the middle. That baby bump is now also 6 years old. Young enough to still indulge me in a moment of bliss in the doorway. The kiss was caught on camera by my husband.
God, I love these boys.
