No matter if the entire world is going into the crapper, no matter... well, anything. I still get to marvel at this moment snuggled up on my bed with Avery and Kitteh. Avery looks so young and vulnerable as she sleeps, hair slightly damp against her forehead from earlier, before she threw the covers off. Kitteh just looks lazy and hedonistic, but I love that she makes those little noises in her sleep like she is dreming of birds outside the window.
Tonight does not feel alone, rather quiet, muffled instead- like the streets after a good snow. I can hear the train in the distance. Tonight, even this house feels alive, creaking and ticking clocks and the fountain burbling.
I love how she reaches out unconsciously to hold my hand or grab my arm in her sleep. Her fingernails still seem so tiny. That was something I noticed right after she was born were her tiny hands and feet. She seemed so breakable then but in some ways she seems even more breakable now. Sometimes I still cannot resist the urge to smell the top of her head like I did when she was a baby. She doesn't smell the same now- I can smell the scent of her shampoo, and the the smell of outside and sunlight.
Ask me now if I believe in miracles. In a word:
Yes, they live.
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