Raelynn's POV

Jo darts around the living room like a whirlwind, his tiny body buzzing with energy as I attempt to loop a scarf around his neck. He’s pure excitement, practically vibrating with anticipation for the game.

“I can’t wait, Mommy!” His voice is a gleeful burst as he launches himself into my arms the moment I manage to secure the scarf. I hold him close, breathing in the fresh, clean scent of his favorite baby shampoo. Moments like these remind me ...