When I was pregnant with Littlest, I had this irrational fear that because I loved Oldest so utterly and completely that maybe I wouldn't have enough love for another child. What a ridiculous thought. I think back on it now and realise what an idiot I was for wasting so much time and energy on such a crazy notion. Because the way I love Littlest is completely separate and different, but no less fierce. I love the way Littlest has blended so naturally into our family, and here we are, already 6 weeks of him in our lives and I can't remember a time without him.