Mommy, Daddy, Swee’Pea and TheMonk have all congregated in our upstairs loft. The loft opens up at the top of the stairs and has two hallways that shoot off in different directions towards the master bedroom and TheMonk and Swee’Pea’s bedroom. Mommy and I sit in the loft area while our newly-walking little ones run around in glee. One runs down the hallway and returns, followed closely by the other one. Of course, no running can be complete without shrieking! Loud, gleeful, shrieking.
Every time TheMonk and Swee’Pea happen to run into each other they pause and laugh out loud. I can’t help but smile at this beautiful sight. Two beautiful little ones that somehow I helped create. I can’t believe how wonderful these little ones are. As I watch them laughing, running (with the occasional fall) and every once in a while stopping to kiss each other, my heart swells with pride and love. The sound of laughter is one that I think is so often overlooked and on this day I choose not to overlook it. I watch as the pure joy in TheMonk and Swee’Pea translates into such expressive, beautiful little faces that are lit up in a way that words fail to describe. It is so clear how much they love each other. They feed off each other’s energy but they are also quick to be there if the other one gets hurt. I can’t help but think that while I am so lucky to have them both, they are also so lucky to have each other.
It’s times like these that I feel sorry for parents who only have children one at a time.
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