Okay, a lot of these photos are blurry- but these pictures are of one of the top three best moments of my whole entire life.
McKay and I couldn't wait for Jax to meet Jonah. Since Jonah was born at almost midnight, Jax was already sleeping and couldn't come to the hospital until the next day. Friday morning, McKay and I were dying for him to get there. Finally, my mom called and told us they were on their way. They spent the morning getting big brother presents for Jax and things from Jax to Jonah. They got to the hospital and McKay ran out there to meet Jax, and bring him into the room. I love that these pictures are blurry. He was so excited.
Our two-year-old baby boy, dragging his present for Jonah down the hall, on his way to finally meet his baby brother.
I was waiting in the bed, holding Jonah, and I could hear them coming in the room.
I pulled Jax up onto the bed and we had our arms around each other, and both looked down at Jonah. This is your baby brother Jax! Jax did not stop smiling. I don't think I had even seen that smile before. It was a special smile- only for new little brothers. Just for siblings. It was almost like Jax had always been missing him.
And as I'm sitting here typing this, I'm thinking how in the world do I even begin to describe that feeling? The feeling watching your little boy see his baby brother for the first time. The feeling of our family of four being all together finally. The feeling of watching Jax hold Jonah- hugging him, kissing him, protecting him- like he will continue to do over and over and over as they grow as brothers together. And like every other blog post I will scramble and struggle to write about this whole experience, I am at a loss for words. It's just indescribable and sacred. Not one single word or sentence even comes close to enough.