When I was pregnant with each of the boys, one of my favorite things was the very first ultrasounds. I was just lying on that table, staring at the screen. So excited. So afraid. I always held my breath just waiting to hear the most precious sound in the world. After moments of terrible anticipation, there it was. The beating of their little hearts. At that stage in the pregnancies, it was always too early to tell if they were boys or girls. But none of that matter. At those moments, those first beats of their hearts, I knew one thing. I had forever lost mine. From the second I knew of each one of my children, they have stolen my heart.