...they don’t get opened. It’s funny because I’ve had a bit more space from them as we’ve been having a sitter (who we know and love) over a bunch more lately so I can write. So I have less time with the boys now, but I’m also just soaking in the time I do have, which of course, is not always roses cough this morning cough.

But I love them. And think of them virtually every moment of the day. How they are growing…a journal or video camera or mic could not capture their energy and all the things that keep me in awe.