So, tonight’s one of
those nights when I’m really missing my boys.
It’s hard to go from
live-in Auntie status with lots of cuddles to rare (but cherished) cuddles.
I won’t lie…
The three months I
spent helping out with them were probably the hardest of my life. Babies are hard, and that’s just a fact. But the moment I had to say goodbye to them was even
harder.
Like infinitely
harder.
I miss them every
day, but some days are more difficult than others. Especially the ones when I fuel
my sensitive emotions with pictures and memories...which really happens a lot.
My heart aches to be
able to hold them when I wake up in the morning. Or to snuggle with them after
their naps. Or to sing to them and slow dance with them. Or to capture every
adorable moment of their lives on camera.
I love you, Peanut
and Ducky. So much. You changed my heart forever.
Big heads are hard. The struggle is real.
Soooo sleepy.
Just chillin.
I. Am. FABULOUS!
Twins share everything.
Um...I don't want to get my feet wet.
Life is good.
