I can feel it slipping away. And I’m not ready. This season of babies – of carting one or more on my hip. Eliza will be six this Friday. That’s all we had. Six years of babies. It was intense, and maybe it sounds long to some, but I can hardly believe we’re done.
The boys will be two in June. They are changing, looking older by the day. Strong wills are showing. They are fighting me at nap times, stopping me in my tracks with words they shouldn’t be able to say yet.