"When are we going to stop calling them babies? They're two now, don't most people stop by now?"
"Never," I responded.
Baby. Babies. Bambinos. Baby references that period of time that is all too short in a person's life. Babies are those cute, cuddly, sweet-smelling, tiny humans that you become responsible for instantaneously. They know you better than anyone else can because they grew inside you. You know them like no one else can because you grew them inside you. Although the baby stage is short, I will forever have babies.
I dread the day when I have to let them grow and flourish on their own. I can only hope that by that time we've taught them to make good decisions, make responsible choices and to love. I know the best thing I can do for them is to learn to let go but that doesn't mean that I will stop making decisions because it's best for them or they will quit being my reason for living.
And because of that, my babies they'll be.
Plus, nothing tickles me more than walking in the front door and hearing Bug say, "Hey Baby," before I have a chance to say it to him.