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Matt Jr is growing so fast, he’s walking already--and absolutely has the run of the household, with everyone oohing and aahing over our charrow fully into the role of first lady

Of mother

Of wife

Of hostess

Of mistress of the White House

Of champion of children

Of the president’s lover

One year turns into two, the years consisting of diapers and cradles and children’s toys, of red carpets and trunitaries at the White House, of black-tie events that en leaders receive a royal welcos, sentinels and orchestras The press corps waits on standby for these events, eager for a video chat The chef plans the perfect n to present each dish

We have stage performances Andrea Bocelli, and the ballet We celebrate wins froantic tree with knitted ornaments (Matty proof)

More than that, the White House is the center where a dozen new treaties have been made Where several natural disasters have been handled Where big decisions and changes have begun The White House is more than just the poround for our son

It doesn’t belong to the president, this house; it belongs to the people

This is where their futures begin

"Hey" A slow curve twists the corner of Matt’s lips when he spots Jack and me He loosens the top two buttons of his shirt and rolls his shirtsleeves to his elbows His groan of satisfaction at having a moment’s relaxation after a full day of work makes my nipples bead

He drops beside me "Hoas your day?"

"Good" I inch a little closer even as he ducks his head--ht kiss

"What are you two up to?" he asks, frowning at Jack and , pressing histhe quiet While your son sleeps"

"How isMy hips are perhs

"Co you down, isn’t he?" he asks Jack

Jack licks Matt’s pal sound, and Matt leaves his hand there, stroking him as he leans his head to look at me