Hal and I were already with the babies when Archer and Fable appeared in the window with my mom, their eyes wide and smiles big. They washed their hands in the hallway and moments later burst through the doors, towards Hal and me and their babies.
I'll never forget the look on Archer's face when he met Fable for the first time, and I'll never forget the expressions Fable and Archer wore today - faces I did not recognize, new expressions for the sisters they'd been waiting for, pacing the house wondering aloud what they'd look like and how small their hands would be. New looks with new eyes on new faces.
"Her hand is the size of my smallest finger," he said.
"She hasda smooshiest cheeks."
"I think she must love me because she won't let go of my hand!"
"The baby eat her baba all up?"
"Baby Bo, I'm your brother!"
"I help you with Rev-ah-rie?"
...And just like that, we were six.
Thank you again for the support and kindness you've shown our family this week.
...with love from all of us.