some nights the little one isn't here. which means there is no extra meal to be cooked (she's so picky), no after dinner scooter ride, no bedtime stories, no double checking to make sure teeth are brushed and jammies are on, no singing songs and tucking in and rubbing wee backs...
and when she isn't here, it feels odd. like something is missing.
and then there are the moments that feel okay. we make dinner. we brainstorm. we enjoy some of the last g&ts of the year. we laugh (there's always laughter...so much it's nuts). we work. we go between stirring greens and chatting and painting and snuggling.
then there's dinner. candles are lit. table is set. we eat. we clean up together.
it's a good rhythm, what we've got. i like it. i could really get used to it.
