Morning, with Baby

This baby curled into me is so little and warm, and he smells so nice. Every now and then he makes a tiny sound and my heart clenches.

Robin and Davy asked for, and were given, pickles and cold pizza for breakfast. They are now running around the house in their pajamas. The TV is on but is being ignored (limits on screen time have been placed in abeyance). This week is spring break for the boys, so no school; Sam is home on paternity leave for the next six weeks. It feels like the world is in suspension. Everything revolves around the rhythms of Sol. He is our tiny sun and center.

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