32 weeks

My sweet loves I've been wanting to write to you for some time now.  I've been imagining holding you both in my arms at the same time.  My days are growing more and more challenging as we get closer and closer to being a family of four.  Papa has been taking on more and more of our day to day "work".  But the other night Figs and I crawled out of bed and made our way to you Toria.  You were crying in your crib and resisting sleep.  Your cries brake my heart.  I lifted you out of your crib, my soon to be two year old, and I cradled you with your head on my shoulder while we rocked in your chair.  As you drifted off to sleep I worried the kicks you were getting from your baby sister would be strong enough to wake you.  But I couldn't move.  I was too in love with our moment together.  Blanketed by one, pushed and prodded by the other.  Three of us together, rocking in one chair.