thirty tiny toes

by Amy

oh how the heart swells for three.  extra room created within the chambers to make space for three times the amount of baby to love.

mini mohawks in that newborn fluff.  soft little tufts of hair that can’t help but curl from all the cuteness.

three times the amount of adorable-ness.  thirty little tic-tac-toes to nuzzle, six little hands to kiss the back of and six little soft ears to whisper sweet nothings into.

one girl.  two boys.  being outnumbered doesn’t stop her…and she already knows it.

cuddled in the warmth of each other, they sigh.  there is nothing like a brother.  there is nothing like triplets.