Dear Matt and Mar,
Your mother and I are desperately looking for a time machine, because literally in a blink of an eye one of you is ‘this’ tall and the other one is starting to ‘argue’ back, haa haa haa haa haa.
Now and then during mid afternoon, often after a rigorous play time or swimming you two would fall asleep in the car.
Your mother would carry Mar and it was my pleasure to carry Matt (fair enough), soon (too soon) you won’t fall asleep or if you do we won’t be able to carry you up to your little beds, and when that day comes, it will be one miserable day.
But we are also looking forward to all the things to come too, lol…