It was twelve short years ago that the doctor placed a tiny little boy in my arms, his eyes still closed and his skin soft and pink.
Trent and I became fast friends, my little buddy by my side, and I wondered if any father had ever loved a son as much as I loved mine.
Two years later that scene was repeated, and I quickly discovered that love multiplies.
I began to wonder again, this time if any father had ever loved his two sons as much I love ours.