This is a moment in time, but it’s also a feeling.
It’s when they can both lie on Daddy, and it’s looking at my family and how they just fit.
It’s seeing them all together on one couch, and it’s knowing that in what will feel like mere moments we won’t all be under the same roof.
It’s when both of them are little enough for me to pick up, and it’s knowing exactly what their small bodies feel like in my arms.
It’s when one looks so big next to his baby brother, and it’s wishing for a pause button because I know I won’t have this view for long.
It’s looking at my smallest while he’s still a baby, and it’s wondering what he will be like as a boy and then a man.
It’s looking at my biggest in the week before he turns five, and it’s knowing this is the last summer he will still seem like a little boy.
It’s seeing what looks like a dog-pile on their dad, and it’s knowing part of him wishes he could keep them that way forever.
It’s looking at my three boys, and it’s not being able to imagine life any other way.