June

It hardly seems possible that Brayden is already four weeks old. Four days seems more plausible. It also seems hardly possible that I am a mom of four boys. As the boys ride their bikes to go swimming at the Y, I follow behind with the stroller mentally counting "1,2,3 . . . 1,2,3 . . ." and constantly reminding myself that I have #4 in the stroller. I am sure we are a distraction to the cars driving by while they are doing the same thing 1,2,3 . . . AND FOUR! As one man, who happened to be one of four boys in his own family, assured me: "There is a special place in heaven for moms of boys."