Together

I really like this dress and I know from the look in Dylan’s eyes it’s probably going to be meeting its end tonight.

Before I can respond the boys come racing out of the house, yelling for us. They rush into me and if it wasn’t for my husband I would have landed on my ass. The twins might only be five, but they are well on their way to being their father’s size.

They each grab one of my hands, pulling me into the house. Dylan follows us in. They are talking a mile a minute about their day, as Dylan suddenly picks me up and sits me on the kitchen counter.

“How about we make Mommy dinner while you tell her all about the play you’re going to be in?”

My ears perk up at that. “What kind of play? You’ll need costumes!” I start to slide off the counter and Dylan laughs.

“Sit, Button. We’ll get to that.” He kisses me on the top of the head as the boys start arguing over what they are going to help Dylan cook. I watch them move around the kitchen knowing life can’t get better than this.

Dylan