As she grows older she's becoming increasingly interested in what I'm interested in. I ordered some beautiful Carla Coulson books that I was missing from my collection and attempted to sneak a quiet moment at the table with a cup of hot tea. She was up onto my lap, asking me about the photographs she was looking at, carefully turning pages so as not to damage the book and telling me her own stories about what I was seeing. I told her, in language she could understand at four years old, about dream chasing, beautiful photography and the importance of documenting life. That morning, my heart overflowed.

That grin full of cheekiness melts me every time. He has the world's best belly laugh and we go to great lengths to draw it out of him, but today, he's looking at his sister. She can coax that outrageous belly laugh more easily than we do, and we all adore it. He is pure delight. Or delightfully mischievous. Right now, he is in limbo between toddlerhood and childhood ... that laugh-childhood ... those soft, rounded cheeks-toddlerhood ... adventure and thrill seeking-childhood ... waking me up with kisses and rolling over to cuddle in while he wakes-toddlerhood. He has my heart.