Me and you are getting ready for our two sons, Felix and Anton, to come home from Bonn. It's around Christmas time, and they're traveling back to Vienna for a week or two. Felix and Anton are both in their first year of studying abroad, and me and you were both a bit surprised when they said that. We were supportive, but skeptical nonetheless. But they left and we were so excited for them. Sure, scared, but excited. Felix was the older of the two, by 10 months (19) and was taking after me in composing. Anton was a violin player and was amazing. He wasn't a once-in-a-generation talent, but he was beyond his years.

My hearing is slowly going down, and I've made myself more isolated from the world. Except you. I'd always go on walks with you, and compose with you, and play music, and just spend time with you. Even now, after 20 years of marriage, I still feel like I find new ways to love you, and just feel our souls combine into one.

Back to getting the house ready for our two sons, I'm getting one of the two rooms ready. We left Felix and Anton's room the way it was, because there was always a hope they'd come back, and they did.

"We're home!"

The door opens and I walk out of the room to see who it is. It's Felix and Anton, both spitting images of you, and I smile a huge smile. I walk over to Felix and give him a hug and then give Anton a hug two. I step back with happy tears in my eyes and say.

"My boys, all grown up, all strong."

You walk up to them and give them both hugs. I look at you and then say in German.

"Our babies are all grown up."