They are rare jewels, treasure, in a wasteland of half-empty sippies, full tubs of Lincoln Logs dumped onto the playroom floor, plastic dress-up shoes on wood hallways, Hazel screams and Lucy sobs. In fact, just tonight, I muttered to myself as I re-robed a naked Hazel, "where is the peace and quiet". She responded, "Awnt pizza!!" Then began to scream when she realized pizza was not included in her bedtime routine. Sigh.
Tonight I swaddled my baby in cotton. She grinned as I whispered "goodnight" and then drifted off. I'm hoping to do the same very soon in my own bed, the fourth night empty. Craig switches back to days tomorrow. Trying to find a rhythm in our new world.
I love my children. But today, I turn to Avery for those gems. Peace. Quiet. A retreat in infant form. She can draw out the smile on hard days.