They were intensely curious, happy-go-lucky and thrilled with making LOUD noises.
They would greet their dad or me as though we had been gone for days when it had only been a half an hour. Their favorite place when they were tired or not feeling well was cuddled up in my lap.
When Spencer was not much older than in this picture, a neighbor said to me with tears in her eyes, "God invented the teenage years so you will be able to let them go when the time comes". I smile at that now, 'cause I get it. That's the bittersweet part of being a parent. You have to let them grow up.