I get a call whenever they get dropped off telling me they’re here; I get a ride there as soon as I can so I can see them. Twins, Damian and Cambria; Here to see Dad every Tuesday and every other weekend. It gets more complicated than that but I’ll keep it simple. They’ll be only two years old in May but since I met them I knew we’d be good friends.
They run across the carpet, their socks almost off their feet, and I pull them next to me and sit them down to pull their socks up. They can find their noses, their bellies and they’ll wiggle their fingers when you ask where they are. It touches that place deep down inside to see them point to the book shelf and say book, the word I taught them. They’ll open a book one day and all of a sudden start reading; I was the foundation.
I believe in simplicity, the simplicity of a child. Dad covers his eyes and they stand in front of him waiting, anxious, stomping their feet to hold in the giggles. He pulls his hands from his eyes and makes a funny sound and they go crazy, laughing, and making funny faces waiting for him to cover his eyes again. The smile that it brings dad shows a father. Everything seems like an intricate chaos, but when they are around it brings me back to when everything was simple; when a graham cracker or a slice of banana was good enough to keep for twenty minutes, enjoying every little bite.
Damian always fights his sleep, he rubs his eyes and tries to get every bit of laugh out, every scream, every smile, and before he knows it, he’s sound asleep. Sound asleep in Dad’s arms and you can only imagine the simplicity of his dreams as his head lies on Dad’s chest. Cambria walks around with eeyore like she’s got glue in the center of her palm. She says eeyore over and over, and she bends her arms with her palms facing up when she doesn’t know where eeyore is. Children bring peace to the world, despite the unknown cries and sleepless nights of parents, they can turn that frown upside down with a hug or kiss and it’s as simple as that.
Damian is a gentleman, he’ll give the lost eeyore to his sister or he’ll give his sister her coat when it’s time to go. Cambria is full of laughs and loves to play games or be chased around the kitchen and living room. I always find my self having as much fun as they are and smiling so much that my cheeks start to hurt. I believe the things that matter most are the little smiles and the little giggles, the simple things, the things anyone can do to light up the room. Damian and Cambria are loved, and I think that no matter how deep it is, it shows most when they show their love for each other with a kiss.
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