Real Life

I hear... giggles, splashes, demands to "scoot over".

I feel... Warm humid air in their little bathroom, water up to my elbows from scrubbing them, the weight of three towels on my lap ready to swaddle when they are all sufficiently pruned.

I smell... that inexplicable three little boys in the bath smell -- wet puppy dog mixed with musky dirt and a hint of shampoo!

I see... binoculars, shy smiles, fake smiles, creamy white baby skin and perpetually bruised and scratched little boy skin.

I am... so proud and happy to call these three mine!