Look at the two of you, swinging high. The grins on your little faces, the way that your hair billows back.
In the blink of an eye you are transformed; you are no longer my snuggly newborns, you are people who play.
You are developing individual senses of humour and our home often rings with the sound of your laughter. You love ‘See the Sleeping Bunnies’ and to be bounced in the air, tickle games that make you giggle and squirm, “WHERE oh WHERE oh WHERE are the BABIES” complete with looming mummies and to have blankets and pillows shaken over your heads so that the breeze lifts your hair.
This? This is perfection. I wish that we could bottle your laughter and keep it forever.