Playing together, sharing, and giggling on a rainy Wednesday afternoon.

Ok, seriously, when they look at me I feel a combination of pure joy and sheer terror. How will I possibly protect them from heartbreak? How will I not disappoint them? How will I ever care about anything but their happiness and safety ever again?

I guess I’ll just love them to pieces and then try to always be forgiving- of myself and them. Everyone, but the hateful medical people who make little children bleed. Oh the rage, but that’s for another day.