My little sister is named Lori.

Lori is three years younger than me.  And light years more mature.  and smarter.  and more creative.  and more skilled.  at everything.

And she is smokin’ hot.  Single men…take note.

Lori became a mom when she was 19.  Her son’s name is Cole.  and basically he is the chocolate bits in my trail mix.   

It all started on the day that he was born.  I was holding my sister’s knee as he entered into the world.  I cut the cord.  And then I saw his sweet face.  It literally took my breath away.  He was the most beautiful baby…and I generally don’t lie when it comes to babies.  It was probably the single most exceptional day in my entire life. 

Cole is the reason I want to have babies. 

Jeremy’s hot bod helps.

But Cole? 

Cole is my firstborn child love. 

Cole sucked on my pinkie.

Cole squished my elbow skin.

Cole melts my innerds and makes them soar at the same time.

It’s hard to believe that one day I will have my own little boy. 

I just hope that he is exactly like Cole-baby.

Because, frankly, I like to melt and soar at the same time.  It’s quite invigorating.