Of course I think they are beautiful, always. But sometimes I see a photo I took of one of them and it takes my breath away. You could just get lost in Penelope's eyes if you are not careful, and the way sunbeams shine right out from Violet's face when she is really happy and smiling. I love the way they look in these photos. All stripes and wild hair and hand me down sweaters from a cousin and a fairy crown of leaves. Outside being free and wild. They are perfect just now, at three and six. My beautiful, wild babies.