“Or your beavers,” he adds with a sly grin.
“I’ll save some for you,” I promise, and then I go.
Not just because I have to, but if I stay another second I won’t be able to take just how much love can be in one room. One household.
But I set out with a thrill, knowing that it’ll all be waiting there for me when I get back.
Cold, late, and grouchy from hunger. With Ben and our babies waiting.
Asking how it went, and always eager to help out.
Always waiting for mom when she gets home.
My heroes.
My family.
Our family.
Ranger Ben, and Ranger Stacey.