Right now I'm watching two little boys' relationship grow stronger every single day, and seeing the word brother take more meaning. The littlest is getting bigger, and the biggest is realizing this is a good thing, saying things like "will he be walking soon? By this weekend maybe?" We are all looking forward to so much, even though at times I'm tempted to push that little baby right back on his bum to avoid him hitting anymore milestones. Stay small a little longer, okay? Right now it's the very beginning of summer, which for us means walks downtown just as the sun is going down, when it's all yellow-orange-red, and if you close your eyes for just a second you can almost imagine that you're a child again too, walking down Main Street wherever, time suspended for just that moment. Summer has become a new adventure with two children, trying to fill days up with things they'll remember forever, while reminding myself it's usually the ordinary everyday things that end up taking the best spots in those memories. Right now is looking up at Hank over the tops of our kids' heads, and feeling so lucky to be right here, right now. It's me being 32 and Henry being 3 and 1/2 and Charlie being 10 months old, that's us- my three-person weekday crew I hang with day in and day out. It's the hard stuff too- trying to navigate through places we haven't been, figuring out things we don't know about, but all the same having these three sets of hands to hold that make it all okay. It's Henry's contagious excitement and Charlie's big ole grin, and the way both of these boys fill up every single corner of my heart that at times I feel it might just break, love spilling out every which way. It's June and July and August, months that have become my favorite since becoming a mama. Our right now is full of backyard pools and popsicles, and trying to figure out ways to work through the inevitable "I don't want to go inside now!" that is almost a daily occurence. Slow baby steps but we're getting there, navigating our way through this 3rd year of Henry's life that calls for more patience on my end. But with every step forward we leave footprints behind us, and while at times it's hard for me to let go of all the good we've experienced, I have total faith the best is right up there, over the hill. A baby in the carrier, one holding Hank's hand, and the four of us are up and over, straight to the good stuff.