My Boy. He's getting so old and independent. He's handsome and the sweetest, biggest hearted boy I've ever known. The person he's turning into makes me so proud to say that I spent every minute raising him until he was four. So very proud.
My Girl. She's not quite as shy anymore. She's in love with her Grandpa, my dad. She's feisty and knows what she wants. She gets prettier every single day.
Somedays I can't believe that she's my baby. My little girl.
Together they are like wind and fire. They need each other. They annoy each other.
They love each other.
I'm thankful they are mine.
I love them, more than ever.