Short post.
Noah whines.
Witten rolls to his stomach and gets stuck.
I have apparently contracted Noah's cold.
This is one of the most faith-building and busy times in the life of Mr. Stephan Du Toit.
And yet;
This morning, Noah snuggled to my chest as Witten laughed in his bumbo while their Daddy's life-long dream is coming true.
So I really can't complain.
Thank You, God.
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