…every birth somehow gives you something you need for that particular child. i wonder what you’ve just been given?
I knew the answer then but wasn’t sure enough to say it out loud. But as I have gotten to know her, I have grown more and more certain. Helen’s birth taught me to trust her.
We three walked to the park together, down the path over the river we have walked so many times. Two years ago I walked that path, but my hands were empty, then. I wonder what I used to think when I would take walks on that path that autumn. I wish I remembered. How strange it is to think I didn’t know Reed then. Not like I know him now.
“How is it having two kids?” people ask. I find my perspective is deeply dependent on sleep.
Today we are rested and the dishes were done before nine. Living life with them is all lightness.