missing you . . .

neither one of you can read yet, but that's ok. this is more for me than you anyway. i'm getting ready to go to sleep and just thinking about both of you. i wish i could see you right this minute! you both make me so proud. i love seeing you, hearing you, talking to you, tickling you, chasing you, running from you, hiding from you, finding you, kissing you, hugging you, holding you, watching you and on and on and on it goes.

sometimes i hate thinking about you growing up so far from me and I don't get to see it happen. each time i see you, you are both different. even if it's subtle, i still see it. i’ll get to be with you both in a few weeks and I can hardly wait. i’m going to call you tomorrow and maybe you can talk to me for a minute.

sleep well you precious babies . . .