Third Born

What is it about third borns that make them so…third bornish?

A free spirit, good for a laugh, the clown.

What is it about third borns that make them so irresistable?

So yummy,  so kissable and sweet?

Full of spunk and maybe just a smattering more cute than the ones who proceeded them?

I read once that a mother always cherishes her last baby just a little more.

I don’t know if this child is our last baby.  If you ask Lee and I both, you’ll get different answers.

I didn’t intend for Landon to be the last and I not so secretly hope he’s not.

But I have cherished the moments with him as if they were the last.

It’s not that I love him more, because I don’t. 

I just love him differently. 

Because he might be my last.

I love this kid differently, too.

Because he’s my firstborn.

The one who first made me a Mom.

I love this one differently, too.

Because she’s my girl.  The splash of pink in a world of blue.

The sugar and spice to their frogs and snails.

I love them all the same.  But different.

But there is something about the third born…

The one who might be the last (but might not)…

It’s hard to put my finger on what it is that makes third borns so much fun.

Fun.

That’s what it is about third borns.

They’re just fun.