I sit here. At home again after a hospital visit. My baby is napping again and the girls are puttering around, watching cartoons. The lights are dimmed and I'm drinking decaf.
I am bursting with emotion, with clarity, with love.
I just said something to my girls. "I love you guys."
In typical fashion, they ignored me, kept watching their show.
"Is that okay with you guys? That I love you so much?"
They looked over. Smiled. "Yes, Mom. It's okay."