I peek inside Xander’s bedroom, nightlights illuminating the wooden bunk bed. I check on my youngest son because I passed his room. I thought about him. I love him—there’s just nothing more than that. Ben Cobalt snores lightly on the top bunk. He talks a lot to Xander, and Xander likes that Ben never pressures him to talk back.
Three-year-old Xander and my four-year-old Ben play with Legos on the hill, right besides the red Adirondack chairs and an incredibly silly basset hound, leaping after air particles now.
There are SO many beautiful and fluffy photos of Tae going around today and my weak little heart can’t stand it. Now I want Taehyung cuddles.
Really missing my Taehyung anon right now. aish.
Although, let’s be honest, when don’t I want those? ♡♡♡