Do you want my boys?
As I watched my three sons, Andrew, then 13, and twins, Martin and Victor, 16, playing happily in the sea, splashing each other, my husband Jay, 52, and I smiled in mutual acknowledgement that we were incredibly lucky to have such lovely boys who got along so well.
It was all we could have wanted, especially considering we didn’t all share the same blood. The twins had not long joined our family after we’d adopted them and, considering the tough start they’d had in life, naturally Jay and I had been worried about how they’d settle. But seeing how happy they were, we felt like the luckiest parents in the world.
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