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Sometimes, I think these brothers need their own space. A room they don’t have to share where their personalities can shine.

But, other times, my heart swells knowing they are always near one another, together but separate. Sharing the space they’ve been given, but still making space for each other.

I’ve truly loved watching the different stages they’ve been through together in their room.

From cribs to toddler beds to the bunk beds they have now. From Ninja Turtles to Mario to sports. As they change, the room inevitably changes with them.

Eventually, they’ll have their own rooms, but for now, I’ll savor the moments they don’t mind sharing.

I’ll continue to hold on tight to their bedtime giggles, loud whispers, and the inevitable stuffed animal hitting the wall (IYKYK).

Because these are the little moments that one day they’ll look back on with nostalgia. And these are the little moments I’ll always look back on, wishing they could have lasted forever.

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Casey Sorensen

I'm a SAHM of two wonderful boys. I enjoy writing, organizing, and encouraging people, especially fellow moms. I'm a lover of Jesus, running and sending cards via snail mail. It is my desire for all moms to know they are worthy, seen, loved, and not alone. Feel free to follow my writing journey @words.with.casey.

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