I am visually reminded to take down the Christmas tree this weekend. Christmas has come to an end. The kids are one year older, and it is much different than the first Christmas we had. We celebrated that first Christmas with two little babies that we didn’t even think would be born before Christmas. They didn’t even feel like our own at that time. We could only help the nurses take care of them, you didn’t bother them outside of their three hour schedule, and holding them was a challenge since you only had a short amount of time to do it and there were so many cords. We couldn’t wait for the day to see them without a cord, or a wire, or a piece of tape or tube on their face, or in an environment free of beeps, dings, and buzzes. Now, they are all ours, every minute of the day. We can scoop them up at any time and give them a hug, a bear hug, a kiss, a dinosaur kiss, or now, even a shark kiss. Every year brings changes, and I can’t wait to see what 2012 brings. Merry Christmas Brooks & Adlyn.