Tonight I sat on the couch in our usual spot: between Seth and Lucy. Our books were Fast-Slow, High-Low: A Book of Opposites by Peter Spier and Kitten's First Full Moon by Kevin Henkes. Both engrossing works. I was, however, barely able to lift my elbow to turn the pages. Seth was leaning heavily on my right and Lucy couldn't sit closer on my left if she tried. I nudged myself some page-turning room several times during the readings and felt like screaming, "Give a girl some space!!" at the same time I felt I would like to fall asleep there just like that. These two close, all three of us warm, safe, adoring. This paradox: a paradigm for my time.
*Hazel, ten months old today, was already binky-ed and bottle-d in bed: 6 o'clock bliss.