I would love to tell you all about my vacation; all about how I’ve just met Kira’s boys and yet—having “known” them virtually for five years—I feel as though I’ve known them their entire lives; how Kira is a lovely hostess with an entire freezer full of ice cream; how there is almost nothing in the world I love more than holding a baby, and yet I feel perfectly content that said baby is not mine and my children are so big and grown-up in comparison.
I would love to tell you all of that, but good LORD, I am just. so. busy. trying to inhale this child whole.