2x2.

Our little six-some of children is now divided by twos. Life continually changes and now a new change has been implemented.

We have two of us "growned ones" - living in our little carriage house trying to burrow back down into the ever-shifting soil we pulled ourselves up from. I am now the big sibling the miles never let me be. Afternoons are full of communique as to what is for dinner/who needs to go where when/this, that, and whatnot. Big brother sits on the couch dispensing advice to the other four now occupying the shoes he has tread through.

There are now two in the big house. They are the youngest. We know they belong in a two pack because as small children one would translate for the other when mother couldn't understand his speech. They both enjoyed years of speech therapy. These two are growing as they explore teenagedom and high school. Their lives are sports, drama, school, friends, involvement and the ever present desire to drive.

And then we have the two-pack in the middle. The middle children. Since the very beginning they have been like the two polar ends of magnets - trying and squirming every which way he could to repel the other. Squirming to relinquish their birth-order setting. One vying for the top and the other having found himself another tree altogether. Now, they have found themselves in the same space. They both are at college. One just beginning - the other finding his foothold. It shall be interesting to see how their relationship plays out now that they are both a hundred miles from home.

Let us not forget these two. The mother, the father. These two have been married for twenty-five years now (as of August 3rd). Today they took their fourth child to college. They tought us how to like eachother too much so now when we should be flying the coup like our peers, we come back to roost. Good golly, why did you have to love us so much!