Our 2 little Valentine guests had much to say to each other last night. I heard, a lot:
"Joas your arm is hurting me. Move over."
"Téa don't put your leg there by mine!"
This went on for a long while...
Yet, what I found interesting is, neither one of them made any effort to move over.
And later when they finally fell asleep, this is how we found them:
Then again, how could it be any different when they started out like this in utero?
However, when they grow up and find their true loves,
I can pretty much bet they will not have marriages like this one in 1947.
I know, I know. I can't let go of these old stories.