The forever delightful Jessi Kirby sent me these pics yesterday while I was standing in Starbucks (iced venti decaf Americano, as you do). I let out a muffled scream and then pretended to casually browse the pastry display while trying not to melt down. I’m never quite ready to see my words beyond just a Word document on my computer. 

(I also just want to clarify that Maya, Joaquin, and Grace are half-siblings, not triplets. Please don’t send me angry mail wanting to know where the heck the triplets are!)