Dec. 15: It may seem like small news, but after a day filled with more crying (Sylvia) and meltdowns (Andrew) than I care to experience in a week much less a 12-hour period, the house is in a state of peace. All three of my loves are asleep. Kitties are snuggled close to me. Candles are flickering, the Christmas tree is glowing, the house is <relatively> clean. I’m sleepy, but I almost don’t want to go to sleep because I don’t want to miss appreciating this stillness. sigh.
Althea, Bryan, Andrew, and Sylvia