Yesterday, my two sons were both sixteen at the same time–one, sixteen years-old, and one, sixteen weeks old. That will never happen again, when they will share the same number. It was an interesting day, because we got a huge snowstorm that dumped a foot of snow on us. Otherwise, it was quiet. Snow usually buffers a lot of the outside noises & makes me feel all warm/ cozy. I love having two sons & I love how when Timothy is 16, Matt will be 32 and Timmy’s protector. They will always have each other. What an amazing gift.

Today is the first day that Timothy found his feet–he’s grabbing at everything but he’s been playing with his own hands and feet today. Life is so amazing when you can sit back and watch it unfold through a baby’s eyes.