Little Forever

“Mo, mo, mo” Roark mumbles as he holds a little yellow chicken and plays with his toys on the window sill. He smiles and shakes his head side-to-side, engrossed in his little world. Meanwhile Cole is standing beside the wagon, grabbing at the toys and yelling “bababababa” at nothing in particular. This is a rare moment in the day when they are not climbing on each other or whining for attention. It is times like this where I realize that they are getting bigger, becoming little people, and they won’t need me forever.