It seems like it never fails. We talk to you almost every day, either on the phone or through facetime. The conversation is a broken and chaotic. One baby needs to be wiped down after breakfast, another needs to be stopped from pulling a book on her head. Ben wants to dance and spin in circles for you, but then runs to hide, leaving you staring at an empty room. I’m trying to corral them all and keep them from beating on each other, all while filling you in on all the mundane details of our lives. Then suddenly the conversation is over. I’m still in the middle of the craziness that is three kids three and under. An hour later when things are calm I will realize that once again I forgot to ask how you are. What are you up to? What is going on in your life? I promise myself I will do better. And yet the next day the same scene plays out.