31. Journal

  7 years have gone by since we first met. The little one that requires our attention 24/7, who drools on the keyboard as I type, who literally is strangling me and pulling on my glasses as I do this, is the glue that has brought us together as a family.

  The first year or two, before the little one came, and while the two older boys were yet small, they adored and enjoyed playing with each other. But now they're at each other's throats all the time, complaining about unfairness, and wishing that they could be separated. So ironic.