So this weekend I caught myself staring at my girls. Thinking about the not so distant future that is three years (about) away where they play together and I can actually snuggle up next to my husband again while we watch them play. This feels like one of the hardest parts of having two small children. We are the playmates. We play pretend, blocks and more. Soon this will be a faded memory and the two of them will be playing dolls together and creating Lego cities. but for now, I will text my husband how lucky we are from across the living room. Feeling exhausted and blessed today.