They came. They loved. And they came back. And did it all over again. Everyday.
I don't come from a big family, but what we lack in size we make up for in zero boundaries and excessive phone conversations that go something like this:
Did you talk to your sister?
Oh, what's she doing?
Okay, I talked to her an hour ago but wasn't sure if you'd talked to her since then.
Yeah, I think she's still working.
Okay, I won't call her then until she gets off work in a couple of hours.
Okay, talk to you later.
And I wouldn't have it any other way. If it wasn't for them, I honestly don't know how I'd be surviving with these three minis.
Greta, my sweet baby girl, you were born into a blessed family. Just you wait, girl. You're going to love it.