My friends have the most adorable children. You can see photos of them on this photographer's website. It's worth checking out, I promise. I feel a pang of sadness come alongside my joy when I remember that we're missing watching the two girls, in particular, grow up. On our way to the airport Oct 31, we saw the youngest one for the first and so far only time. She was 2 weeks old I think. For some reason, missing them feels like a bigger sacrifice than our house, a 9-5 job, the movies, our favorite restaurants. Two of my (3) sisters-in-law are pregnant right now with my first two nephews or nieces. I miss them already and they're not even born yet. We'll console ourselves with our puppies, but it doesn't take away the hurt. I'm deeply content here in a way that I can't explain, but the thought of all these precious ones brings me to the point of tears. We love you guys, big and small, and miss you more than we can say.