And then the smaller one goes to sleep.
Later you open the bedroom door, fascinated by how interminably cute they look as long as they’re comatose. You breathe in the smell of them and wonder for the umpteenth time how they grew this big that quickly?
Today felt so, sooo long, but the weeks have flashed past. Again.
Will you remember the details, the magic? Their favourite toys, their latest party-tricks, the way they laugh, the eyes they make for only you, the grin that's quintessential to who they are?