Dear Diary Please don’t ever let me forget the feel of Briar’s tiny hand in mine. Let me always hold onto the smell of Avery’s hair. The sensation of her cheek pressing into mine. The way her chin is always so cool against my face. I want to remember the feel of holding them close to my chest. Little hands clutching and stroking my side and breast as they pressed their faces to me to nurse. The delicious twinge of pain washing over me as my body let go of the milk it created to nourish them. Help me to capture the sound of their sighs as they shift beneath the covers as I tuck them in at night. Don’t allow the quirks of…