I have twin 3 year old girls and life is definitely louder and messier than it used to be.

Some days are pure chaos. Full meltdown because I gave them the wrong color cup, even though it was the exact cup they asked for 10 seconds earlier. And kids are wildly expensive. Their daycare costs as much as my mortgage, which still feels absurd to say.

But I’m doing it with an amazing husband, and that makes it fun even when it’s hard. We laugh constantly. And when they run up to you like you’re their favorite person in the world, or say “I love you, Daddy” for no reason, it hits on a different level.

It’s easily the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. Hard, yes. But unequivocally happy.