We're just babies raising babies.

Love drunk on each other, but overwhelmed, extremely extended, and rockin' a daily tired.

It's impressive what we're doing.

Raising ourselves and our mini-humans,

as a pandemic rages,

as work responsibilities increase,

as we distance a bit from others and our pre-corona routine, and as our kid's e-learn from home.

Fifteen years together,

thirteen years married,

and three

-- albeit draining --

pretty much well-behaved, ridiculously-loving, but uber-rambunctious monkeys,

one of whom is almost a decade,

another who is just over half a decade,

and the tiniest, but mightest who is nearly half a decade.

We're all still standing.

We're all still breathing.

We're all still laughing

and smiling,

and engaging on the daily.

And even though it truly feels like we're just babies raising babies, and making lots of mistakes,

we're doing pretty damn well.

It's impressive what we're doing.

It's impressive what we've done.

And, sometimes, well, it just feels good to say that out loud.