I want to remember that I always have to ask both of you, if you've drank any milk.
I want to remember the sound of the blowdryer blasting down the hall, as your big sister, always an early riser, prepares for high school.
And that the two of you have to be reminded at least twice each, to find some socks to put on.
I want to remember how sweet it is when I can listen from the kitchen as you both belt it out, as though no one else is in the room.
Because I am.
And I wanted to remember.