Wednesday, January 05, 2011

All Right.

The day can be the worst or the best. I can yell a million times or not at all. But when it's night, and the babies are sleeping, I go back and check if I can nuzzle in with one of the older girls. Tonight it was Grace.

I tell her a million stories of when she was younger. Random memories of her peeing on the floor or saying something funny or having a birthday party.

I know it should be the other way around. I should be comforting them. But when I'm lying in their arms, and they tuck my hair behind my ears, I just know everything will be all right.

1 comment:

Jenni of the Great Salt Lake said...

Stop the train. That was beautiful.