Grace's POV
A few years later...
"Come here, baby. You have food on your face." I say leaning down and licking my thumb then wiping the food off his face.
"Mommy my shoes untied," Olly tells me.
"Ok, I'll tie it for you," I say squatting down to tie his shoe as he sits in the chair. Once I'm done I look up at him. My babies have gotten so big. He is turning 6 years old today. He's such a big handsome boy.
"Mommy, stop looking at me like that," Olly says.
"I can't help you. I just love you so much and I'm so proud of you." I tell him.
"I know Mommy. You say it a lot." Olly says.
I can't help but laugh. He's right I do say it a lot. I can't help it, it's true. "Ok, buddy. Go play with your friends. Play nice with your brothers and sisters. And be nice t
