My little ones racing through childhood at a speed that feels breakneck. I love your singing games, piercing recorder at breakfast, letters to Santa in July. Your violins, tickle fests, colourful plastic and tiny drawings. Room service dessert, toys instead of shoes. Your hugs, your love. Gappy teeth, smooth hair. That you always pull scissors first — never rock or paper. Learning, learning, learning. That we can find play— with deep belly laughing for the three of us, across our ages.