It's just past midnight. Jesse and I are home from the hospital after holding Reese and Elliott for an hour.
When the nurses motion for us to hand them over, we nod with exaggerated compliance.
We understand. Of course. Time for these two to get some sleep!
We do understand.
But these babies are beginning to grow on us quite a bit.
And I think we're starting to get ideas.
Like sometimes I really want to stick my finger in Elliott's mouth.
Or I've looked over to find Jesse rubbing his chin over Reese's head and practically purring.
We're not necessarily breaking any rules, as much as we're not asking what the rules are anymore.

It's been raining today.

Erik Satie plays in the living room.
Jesse's found some old emails I sent him.
I'm reminded of those nights after a long day of flying. Sitting up with my laptop and listening to the silence until suddenly,
there were thoughts.

When our visit was over, I opened Elliott's little window and said,
"Goodnight little boy. I love you. I'll be back tomorrow morning. I'll miss you."
Then I crossed over to Reese's crib and opened his window. I said,
"Goodnight Reese. You're the best. I love you."

Erik Satie is so sad and pretty, like walking alone at night.

I'm drinking chai tea. The tag at the end of the string has a quote from Abraham Lincoln.
"The goal to succeed is more important than any one thing."
I think I liked another of his quotes better.
"If I were two faced, do you think I'd choose to walk around with this one."
Reese and Elliott are doing good.
This past week has been good.
I made cookies and Jesse cleaned the garage, and we're okay.
I think we're coming around the bend.