BIG & little

My boys and their tiny toes, their small feet, their miniatures selves that are one day going to be bigger, stronger and taller than me. These days are exhaustingly long and shockingly fleeting all at the same time. How is that even possible?

Cannon often asks to hold Cason. Usually when he's crying - amazing huh? I must let Cason cry too much and Cannon just decides to take things into his own hands. It's like he knows the secret language between brothers that I'm not privy to. 

Cason's got a mean left hook and Cannon just laid there and took this one on the chin. It was like he understood Cason didn't mean it, that he was just tired of getting his picture taken.