Movement seems irreverent.
We settled down in our family nest to say our evening prayers, and one by one we spoke to heaven our thanks and heartfelt cares. I dreaded our next growth phase so much I couldn't pray the rest and instead began to cry the pain of a father about to watch two fledglings fly good-bye. The songbirds in our nest joined in a chorus of bittersweet tears, with parents and offspring sharing alike the grief when parting nears. I finally choked out the names of those we'd trained to leave the nest, then spread my wings around them both and told them they'd be missed. Having twins is so much fun, always there's a playmate, and parents can each hold one.