my boys.

In three days my baby turns 1.  

In seven days my husband's training is over.  

aren't they cute?

When Jason left to begin training, I had a tiny but nagging concern about his relationship with Anton.  Anton had been alive for 7 short months so their father-son bond was just beginning to form.  

If I had only known how this would all work out.

Anton crawls frantically toward the door when Jason gets home.  He leaps from my arms to be held by dad.  He buries his head into his neck (I like to do this too).  He watches Jason intently and breaks into a huge smile as soon as he catches his eye.  And my favorite?  The squeals of delight when they play together (from both of them).

All that concern for nothing.  Nothing.  They adore each other.  And oh, how I love my boys.