Three weeks does not feel like three weeks. The twins have grown again. Now they seem to be 6 years of age, and they are talking and walking. Lysabeth told me yesterday that they "wait for Mommy, but sometimes can't." I assume she means that they try to wait to grow, and to do other things, until they see their mom. But they can only control it so much. Sadly, Ember missed it. It seems to have taken a toll on them as much as it does me. Our visits have been cut short too many times to count now, and I hate it. They hate it. And, when they get upset, their powers become as erratic and their emotions. The only thing we can do while they scream is take them outside with hopes that Lysa doesn’t stir up a tornado that comes and rips the house apart. She's made a tornado before, thankfully it on
