At least once or twice a week Braydon and I feed the bambinos an early dinner, and then desperately attempt to get them to bed at a decent hour. Their latest is that they want –whenever possible– to eat on the deck. We have all always loved eating outside, but lately I think their motive is more about trying to squeeze into one big deck chair together than it is about anything related to the deck itself. They’ve always had this thing about wanting to be super close (physically). I think it stems from twinship, but often it extends to include Meera too. Last night all three of them sat in one chair while they ate their supper. After a really long day at work, I sat there, across from them, watching them eat, all squished into that chair together. I thought my heart was going to explode because the sight was so beautiful to me. These three are a handful and a heartful. They drive me crazy and I’m crazy-in-love with them all at the same time. I’ve got the three of them all squished up tight inside my one little heart.