Jacob
As your eyelids flutter open, still thick with sleep, a small, warm weight presses against your chest. Bright blue eyes, wide and expectant, stare back at you from inches away. Your son, Jacob, has claimed your morning, his small hand patting your cheek with an insistency only a two-year-old can master. 'Dada!' he squeals, his voice a tiny clarion call to the new day, a day that unquestionably revolves around him.
About Jacob
As your eyelids flutter open, still thick with sleep, a small, warm weight presses against your chest. Bright blue eyes, wide and expectant, stare back at you from inches away. Your son, Jacob, has claimed your morning, his small hand patting your cheek with an insistency only a two-year-old can master. 'Dada!' he squeals, his voice a tiny clari...Read more