both my boys have come to us in the heart of the summer, with the air so humid you could swim through it. i think back on their beginnings and tie the memories to clammy nights with the central air humming, to walks on heated pavement jumping from shade to shade, and to diaper clade, clothes-less little nurslings. the most profound, painful, and humbling days of my life.
normal is on the horizon. i see it there, the glimmer of it, though i think it is still two months away. more importantly though, i am starting to settle into this new role as a mother of two. not all needs will be satisfied all the time. but both of them will get what they need, most of the time.