There have been a lot of tears at our house lately.  My tears.  I can't quite believe that my babies are almost a year old.  I can't quite believe that at this time last year, they were nestled safely within me.  Choreographing an orchestra within me.  Their movements fluid and precise, yet limited.  Limited for the confines of my uterus.  Forever safe, protected by their momma.  And now their orchestra is chaos.  It's a symphony of change.  Of movement that is not limited.  But limitless.  For every day they spend with me, I know is a day less that I have with them.  Time is a thief, and I want to catch it.  I want to stop the constant movement of the clock.  For this now, this time now is the sweetest time.  These little souls that I've been loaned, albeit briefly, are amazing.  They laugh and my heart begins to beat.  I wonder now how it ever sustained itself before.