I love my little turkey so completely that my heart aches when I look at him. When he smiles at me or calls my name, my heart bursts. I can physically feel my overwhelming love for him. He’s always had all of me. Now, I smile at the little kicks in my belly and I worry. The sequel deserves all of me too but the turkey doesn’t deserve any less of me. And suddenly I’m hyperventilating and crying because I don’t know if I’ll be mom enough for both of these precious blessings. I don’t want either of them to ever question my love for them.