Trying to imagine what it would be like was always wonderful,

But hazy-

Never included the sounds of one needing a diaper, and the other wanting her knee kissed.

His sweet snore, her tiny giggles.

Left out the smell of milk on his sweet newborn breath, and baby shampoo on her wet red curls.

You’ve imagined the blue and yellow baby blanket,

But not the worn spot where it has rubbed against both their cheeks at night,

The way she’s still so little, but big enough to hold him “all by herself”.

That somehow “brand new” can seem like “been here forever”.

Two of them,

Here now with you, and all the details.

Even more then you could have imagined.