Then we blinked and you were one.
And then we chased, wiped, trained, chased some more, played, read, and chased after even more and then you turned two.
Two to three was busy too, your imaginations took off and the world was never dull with you two around!
Then you turned four, and I can't think how my heart has kept up with you growing and changing and doing all the things four year old boys do!
Phinn and Hosea, do you know we went to Heritage Park yesterday with you (two days before you turned 5), just like we did when you turned four. You even wore the same clothes (your choice). But if I look at the pictures, I spot a few changes, too many actually. Your sleeves don't get rolled up anymore, all your jeans bar one have holes in at least one knee, your little brother now wears those cowboy boots, and the hats literally have not looked like hats for quite some time.
But some things are the same, apart from your clothes.....
you still pretty much stand side by side, together, just the way you've always been
your smiles are every bit as handsome
you make plans for jobs that need 'two mens', in fact you make plans for everything, and they always include your twin
you love being cowboys and knights and police mens and muscle mens
everyday being your Mama is an adventure, one I do not feel worthy of the privilege of having. But I will take this adventure with a grateful heart, and with thanks and petitions to Him who blessed us with the gift of raising two boys to be two men. Daddy and I love you monkeys, all the way to the moon and back. With donuts. xx