Dear Ryan and Quinn,
Can you do your mommy a favor? Could you just possibly, maybe, pretty please, stay as innocent as this for as long as possible?
I love everything about this.
The holding hands.
The trek to the park when we didn't have a care in the world.
Except when we were frantically chasing you down to make sure you didn't kill yourself on a slide that is pretty much only suitable for professional adult sliders.
Life is good, my little friends.
Love you always, to the park and back, a million times.