There is nothing you two love more than being naked, sun, rain or snow (I apologize in advance to your 13 year old selves, who will be mortified your Ma wrote this).  Getting you dressed in the morning is a process.  After breakfast, you both strip off your PJ’s and run around the living room and dining room, giggling.  River trills out, “We’re running in the nude!  We are naked babies!”  Kai flaps his arms and hollers, “Nud, nud!”  Your father and I follow you around with socks and shirts in the valiant, often fruitless hope that you can be persuaded clothing is necessary.  Bless your sweetness and innocence.