And I sat and watched you. And with every spinning second you were growing up right before my eyes. The both of you. And I fell in love all over again with gratitude and humility at being so lucky to be the one to bear witness to this.
4 hands digging in the dirt. 4 hands throwing hedge apples into the road. 4 hands reaching out and hugging each other senseless. 4 hands chasing ladybugs and grasshoppers too slow to escape your enthusiastic grasping. 4 hands humming songs with flying fingers holding golden leaves.
Small but mighty. I see the sheer magnificence of your perfect small selves in these perfect bodies fearlessly tumbling and dancing your way through the world. And I feel this catch in my throat at how today, this day where I get to watch you living out the stories of your lives, fell into our laps. Just like that. Maybe one day when you are both older, I will tell you all about that fall day "when you were 3 and you were almost 2" and how I watched you both bravely and with great delight, set out hand in hand, to concur the world.