Sitting in my chair at night. Sounds of water running through pipes, the gurgle of the washer, diapers, lullabies from the iPod in the baby's room, a dog barks, crickets. The weight of my new baby Still fresh in my arms. This is what I dreamed of, this moment, the year He was gone. My heart is full with my girls. And still, since otto's birthday this year I feel the hole of him. The boyness missing.
And I feel the completeness of our family, the tired, sweet, desperate funny fullness of us, the weight and love
