Dear Lincoln and Shea,
Fireworks were tonight. I am exhausted. There were so many sweet moments in the midst of chaos and a zoo of people, that I wanted to take a minute (and honestly just that) to say that today wasn't taken for granted. I paused and appreciated not just the fireworks, but being with family and friends and our growing love for one another.
Lincoln, I love how you were scared of the "booms" from the fireworks, until we started calling them drums. Shea, I love how you would not fall asleep prior to the fireworks regardless of what I did. I also love how you stared at the sky with your big eyes when the show started and then let them close into the deepest of slumbers. (I moved you from the blanket, to my bjorn, to the car, out of the car to the changing table... and still you slept).
To both of my little firecrackers, I love you!
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