My two little ones
I don't know why I'm writing this now, because I don't have any pictures yet. I'm basically in the eye of the hurricane. Zoe and Ava are both napping, and when they wake up, we're gonna party. We got a baby pool (with a rainbow and a slide), We got a little tricycle. We got a little microphone. It's gonna be a good time. Oh, and it's also father's day.
I am so happy and proud of my little girls. They are the most amazing gift that anybody could ever receive. They are beautiful and sweet and courageous and funny and innocent and wild. They are awesome. Every day when I look at them, I think of how amazing they are. Their charm has never worn off, or even faded in the least bit. In fact, one of my favorite aspects of parenthood is watching how these little spirits transform without ever losing their magic. One day it's just a passing glance, Next, they're shaking a rattle, then crawling and squawking and talking and walking and playing hide-n'-seek and then tellin' you about Peter Rabbit and the scary white cat by the fish pond.
I wish I could type out exactly how I feel about my little girls, but I'm gonna need a keyboard with only exclamation points.