The number of little people in my house.
The number of human beings who exist because of our covenant. A little bit amazing? Yes.
Chunky cheeks and sweet hands. Cozy in a big brother’s hat, worn for our adventure into the sub-zero sparkling world.
She stands and looks quietly at my Carl Larsson book, and then stops. Caressing the page, she says, “I want this one.” Good taste, love. I’ll take that room, too.
A sweet little boy who clutched his new light saber toothbrush all through tonight’s viewing of Episode One.
A best big brother who happily makes room on his bed for a little brother. I close the door to the sound of giggles and more giggles.