They are three. Their birthday has come and gone, and they are officially three. If you ask them, they'll hold up three fingers (with a great amount of effort on their part) and they will tell you, "I three." Only it comes out sounding a lot more like "I free." And to that, I say, "Yes, babies, you are."
All that to say, Happy Birthday my babies.
Precious. Absolutely just precious. "Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings have You ordained strength because of your enemies, that you may still the enemy and avenger." Psalm 8:2
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