I am four. Four years old. Grandma? Why are you here? Why are you waking me when it’s dark? Where are Momma and Daddy? Why are you holding me so tightly? Oh! We’re going to cuddle in the rocking chair? I like that idea, because I’m sleepy. Let me find my blankie. Mm, can we sing Grandpa’s song? Momma sings it to us every night. ♫♪ Yeshua, please give my babies peaceful sleep… ♫♪ Did you know our babies are thirty-four weeks old? They recognize the song too. And Daddy says they’re almost five pounds, about as big as cantaloupes. *Yawn.*
-a.m.opdahl