I recently told the tale of how my babies came to be a part of my life. They are brother and sister, and have a bond deeper than any other.
They protect each other, battle with each other, and at the end of the day, snuggle with each other (and if I’m lucky, with me.)
I worry about what will happen when one of them dies, but they’re not even five years old yet, so I don’t think about that for long.
Each one has his or her own power. Together they are a mighty force.