It gets easier every day.

I used to worry about having two so close together, but I wouldn’t change it for anything now. When Rosemary was small, the days seemed endless and lonely. Simpler, I guess, but I had to think of ways to entertain her. But Anthea is just entertained at the explosion of activity around her. She plays with Rosie’s stuffed animals, stretches her feet in the grass at the park, listens to Rosemary sing all the songs from Rio, helps me do (ahem, unfold) laundry, giggles from my arms as I kiss her ear while pushing her sister on the swing, knocks over the towers built for her, and gets force-fed pretend tea from tiny cups.

They fill my world with messes to clean up, sleepless hours, and heartache over if I’m good enough. But mostly, our days move quickly. All I remember is joy. Life is a blur of rainbow polka dots, and I’m just along for the ride.