And at other times I look into those oddly deep gray eyes that they share and I can see the distance between us. It's the distance that separates all people. I am not in their heads. They have thoughts and feelings all their own, different from mine, that I can't hear. As time goes by, we'll grow further apart in so many ways.
These children will grow up and may be closer to one another than they are to me, but they will be separate, too. In any case, they will grow up. That's our plan and our hope. If there was a contract mamas had to sign when handed a brand new baby, the last line item would read "I promise to someday let go."
But right now, I can't imagine it, no matter how deep those eyes go.