The boys are asleep for the night, or rather, the next three hours.
A superstition warns me not to say this,
but I have to:
It's getting easier.
The days go by fast.
We laugh.
We dance.
We eat.
We sleep.
On the twelfth of every month I pay all my bills online.
There's the occasional doctor's appointment.
But for every other day,
We laugh.
We dance.
We eat.
We sleep.
I'm experiencing the wonder I missed out on when they first arrived.
I bite my lip when I look at them.
They are just so desirable.

The journey to this moment, well, maybe I'll sit down and really write about that one day.
For now, it means such a great deal to me, that we're here.
I know better than to let anything take this from me.