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Cooper Then

Cooper Now (ish)

As we tucked the kids into bed tonight, we reminisced about what our little family of 3 was doing 5 years ago on this very night.  Layla was 2 and eagerly anticipating being a big sister.  Dave was sure he was going to have a son.  And me, I was well beyond my due date with my second child, larger than large, about as nauseous as I had been my first trimester, and so deliriously happy.  Only the hormones of a pregnant woman could make her that happy in such circumstances.

The next morning, with Layla still snug in bed, our friend Jaime on babysitting duty, Dave and I drove to Des Moines to be induced and meet our second child.  When I delivered that evening, the doctor announced, "It's a boy!"

He then asked, "What are you going to name him?"  And, without thinking, I said, "Cooper David."  To which Dave replied, "We are?"  I said, "Is that OK?"  It obviously was!

When I tuck Cooper in at night, we say our prayers, we kiss and hug and I tell him he's the very best boy.  To which he replies that I'm the very best mom.  I tell him I love him.  He tells my he loves me more.  I tell him I loved him first.  He tells me he'll have to think about that some more.  He has yet to come up with a reply after that...because he can't.  He will never be able to trump my love for him.