As I sit in my chair, I watch the goings on of the house. My lovely wife, Lindy, is trying to cook dinner. She has splotches of flour here and there, and she makes it look so cute. While I'm studying my wife, Morgan and Chase come running into my view. They are both little whirlwinds, and at the age of seven, they can get into a lot of trouble. Lindy and I have to keep a tight leash on them. Even though we adopted them, they feel just like our own. They may be twins, but they are nothing alike. Morgan is the talkative one. She will talk your ears off if you're not careful, and she's got a mean streak. Chase, on the other hand, isn't as talkative but likes to ask millions of questions that can be difficult to answer. In a few years, Morgan, with here long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, will probably be turning the heads of all the young boys. Chase has blond hair, green eyes, and a toothy grin making him cute as a button. I love them both so much; sometimes it's hard for me to believe that they're not actually my own flesh and blood.
