She had a birthday today. His birthday was Friday. I recently learned that siblings who are born this close together, often less than a year apart, are referred to as "Irish Twins". I kind of like the sound of that.
My daughter is 18 years old now and Sir Richard is 17. I can hardly believe it. In fact, I'm sort of lost in a haze of nostalgia. It feels as though the huge black holes in my time line have distorted reality and the truth is that these two are still snotty nosed toddlers who are trying to ride the dog.
But look at them. They are at the precipice of life, standing at the edge of eternity and ready to fly.
I pray for calm winds.
