These are the beautiful people. They hold my hand. They sit on my lap. Giggling is compulsory. When the older one, my dearest Charlie, says “I’ll love you forever,” my heart nearly bursts. When the tiny one, darling Birdie, puts her head in my lap, I melt.
Another visit is over. They are growing like weeds. Before I know it, they will be teenagers, and I will be so damn OLD.