A November Trip to California to Meet the Twins

We flew out to California in early November. The first evening gave us a classic view down toward the pier, with the palm trees dark against the last of the light over the ocean. It was a mild autumn evening, a nice change of pace from back home.

The real reason for the trip, however, wasn't the scenery. We were there to meet the newest members of the family: a set of twins, just days old. Our time quickly shifted from being out and about to being indoors, settled on a couch in a quiet house.

The week found its own rhythm. The boys were tiny and slept most of the time. We'd hold them for hours, swaddled in blankets, everyone taking a turn. The days were a cycle of these quiet moments, just being present with them as they slept.

On our last evening, the sun set over the hills behind the neighborhood, casting a warm, hazy glow over everything. It felt like a fitting bookend to the coastal sunset we saw when we first arrived. A quiet end to a quiet, and very special, trip.