They steal toys from each other.
They laugh at things I cannot begin to understand.
Sometimes they seem to find the entire world hilarious.
As though they arrived specifically to mock every hardship that once threatened to destroy us.
My life is not glamorous.
I work from home.
I rarely get enough sleep.
My hair is often a mess.
And most mornings, I discover that the coffee I made hours earlier has gone cold.
There are diapers to change.
Meals to prepare.
Appointments to remember.
Toys scattered across the floor.
Some days, I am so tired that I can barely remember what I intended to do when I entered a room.
But when I watch my children sleeping, I understand something that took me a long time to learn.
The most devastating blow delivered during that ultrasound appointment was not the one Diego received.
It was the one that changed me.
