"What are you doing?" Sweet Husband asked, as I grabbed my camera and aimed it at him and the Kid while they were watching a movie tonight.
I smiled and said nothing, as I edged Little Miss--glued to my hip on the couch, watching the same movie--over a bit so that I could frame the shot the way I remembered it.
The Kid finally really-truly hit the turn of back-to-school this week, and it's amazing how quickly all of us have improved for the better because of it. I'm starting to notice how pretty the sky is again in the morning, you know how that is?
Back when the baby picture above was taken, I was in love with that wee boy, to be sure, but I still thought a lot of it was hormonal. I didn't quite get it then that for the whole rest of my life I'd never really be OK until I knew that he was.
Almost seven years later, there's not much hope that the situation will improve. Way too much of my happiness is tied to his (and hers). I just don't know another way to do it.
But along with that comes a really profound gratitude for the times when we are all doing well. Little Miss has a cold. This weekend is too busy. I need to sort out the old bath toys and get some projects done and organize our closets.
But--deep down where it counts--we're all basically good and, as long as that's the case, I can take on anything.