My boys

Jack came to officially meet Will the morning after he was born. Billy and I were naturally apprehensive, envisioning some sort of Mexican standoff between the two tiny Poynters (with parents as litigators it's bound to happen at some point) but Jack could not have been more excited.

He immediately wanted to hold Baby Will and hug him and kiss him.

We had to curtail the latter two activities because of imminent suffocation but it was an incredibly proud moment for a mother to see her beloved first born welcome his brother without a hint of jealousy or suspicion or anxiety. So here I am, surrounded by my boys. And I couldn't be happier...