I want Shamus' maniacally gleeful laugh and his calm confidence in who he is. I want his long, spider lashes and the soft curls that spring out around his ears. His ability to cry on cue is awe-inspiring.
I want Chance's laser-like focus and his ability to disappear into his imagination. I want his eyes, a dark blue-gray that is both stormy and serene, alternately. I want his absolute lack of fear of asking "why".
I hope they'll grow up to love me even half as much as I have loved each of them since the day we met.
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