This morning I kissed my babies goodbye as their grandfather scooped them up in one big ball of stuffed animals, squeals and giggles.
They could have cared less when I said I was going to be gone all weekend.
They didn’t notice that I teared up as I kissed both of them on their little heads, breathing in as much of their sweetness as I could.
As much as I joke and complain about how awful my little mini-terrorists are, I am going to miss them so much.
Thankfully, I will be back on Sunday night and I’m sure that by Monday afternoon, I will be looking forward to Monday naps.
But, for now, I miss them.
Brock is 4 years, Adrianna is 2 years, 1 month.