Our boys will be home in a matter of days.
We've been learning to nurse this past week.
They're doing so well. They're behaving like...babies.
I knew this time would come; that one day they wouldn't be preemies anymore.
But when I look down at Reese, and his eyes are wide open, and he's sucking so vigorously that I wonder if I'll have enough milk...
I just can't believe that we're here.
That future place we've been imagining exists, and we have arrived.
After today's mid-day feeding in the N.I.C.U., Jesse and I drove home for lunch. As we busied ourselves' in the kitchen, I turned to him and asked if he realized this could be the last weekend; before we pick up where we left off.
And maybe on Tuesday we can start that life we'd been anticipating.

I ask him if we can try to forget this ever happened.
Or at least downplay it so well that it becomes tiny in our recollection.
So that one day as soon as five years from now,
we can say,
"That wasn't so bad."
Jesse says, "I bet we could forget, and it will make it a lot easier that Reese and Elliott will have no memory of this."
I can always count on that guy.