the boys are sleeping in our bedroom. sunlight is pouring in through the blinds and dancing across their perfect faces. i'd take a picture, but it would be a sin to wake them.
half the time i feel like i'm barely making it, finding myself still in my pajamas in the afternoon, not knowing what we've eaten all day, except for doritos and cuties. there's a lot of forgiveness in parenting. there has to be. you realize it's 3. you go make mac and cheese, and you sit on the floor and hold your babies tight, because they're growing by the second and there's nothing you can do to stop it. they're just going to keep growing. and it's the worst and the best in the very same breath. and because tomorrow is a new day. so, as long as you vow to put those little babies first? you'll be doing just fine.
