Noticing.Twenty-Eight

A familiar mixture of bittersweet emotion bubbles up as I hold her heavy, sleeping body against my chest in her dark room, drifting off myself. More flashbacks to those first months when we were both borderline insane. He works from home today. Even though he can’t play with us, his presence throughout the day tangibly changes the atmosphere. All of us feel lighter, more whole. She tries to run down the steep hill after a chipmunk, then another, then a blue jay. She stumbles and I catch her...