And Brendan woke up in the morning and said, ``Is baby Matthew awake?'' He
peered into his crib and excitedly announced, ``Baby Matthew's awake. Good
morning baby Matthew. I love you.''

And I vividly remember having two boys, one on each leg in my lap. Brendan would say, ``Let's do two boys, Mom.''

And I loved Matty's weight on my arms, his head on my shoulder, his soft breath
tickling my neck and his gentle hand caressing my chin. And I loved to snuggle
and get cozy with my two boys.

In December of '96 I wrote to Matthew on a card that showed a mom and her kids on a sunny day in the Boston Garden near the duckling parade. Matthew was 5 months old, and I wrote, ``You are really a joy, never fussy. Always sweet and easy to comfort. You could tell your personality would be laid back. You are confident your needs will be met.''

I wrote "how loving and protecting Brendan is, how Dad adores you and how Matty laughs a great laugh. Your wonderful calm spirit is one that melts my heart. I want you to know, Matthew, how special you are to us, even at this young age."

At Christmas I gave Matthew a book called ``Brothers and Sisters'' and inscribed
it with: ``You have added so much joy to our family. Dad and I cannot get enough
of your smiles and giggles. You are so amusing to each other, we can feel your
love as brothers is strong already. We are so lucky and so proud of you. You are my sunshine, Matthew.''