Husband and Tiny Twig
Do you see how neatly I fit under his chin? That's one of my favorite things about us. And holding hands has always felt right. Always. Ever since the first time. We're best of friends and alike in so many ways. Whenever we do those crazy personality profiles for work or for school...we're always exactly the same profile. So, it seems that we see the world very similarly, but we also have varying strengths and weaknesses. What he is great at (being organized and routine) I stink--and what I'm great at (being creative and losing things) he doesn't even want to try. This is perfect because we complement each other...fitting neatly into each other, just like I fit perfectly tucked right under his chin. It's beautiful that way. I hope each and every person finds this kind of mate.
Twig1 is the ultra-affectionate older brother who is infinitely charming and basically pretty smart, too. He came into the world quickly and on his own terms, shocking motherhood right into me. Through parenting him, especially now as he sees the world and expresses his views vividly, I have been inspired to live a more inspired life. He has questions about everyday things that are beautiful in their simultaneous simplicity and complexity. Bright children seem to have a way of getting to the core of life quickly, their innocence hearkening questions adults are too bashful to ask. I love that about Twig1.
He just looks ornery doesn't he? Well, I think that's his job as the little brother. The time his daddy and I spent during his birth was some of our most favorite hours. His birth was so mellow and calm, peaceful and such a joy. If every birth way like his, I'd have a show on TLC. But, I know that having 20 children would not bode well for my sanity, so I'll enjoy the ones I have for now. Twig2 has never been a cuddler, preferring even as a newborn not to be rocked or held close. He his enough energy for 4 toddler boys, and that's saying something. He loves a ratty Curious George stuffed animal more than anything, and he rubs the corner of a blue blanket at night to fall asleep. He's darling and daring at the same time. I think there's a name for that...heartbreaker.