Happy Life

I am laying on the floor in the boys’ room. They are each standing in their beds, arms flopping over the rail, hands dangling pacifiers and blankets over the floor below. They walk back and forth in their little baby jails and jabber at each other, and at their daddy. He is reading them a story out of the great big book of baseball stories – something he does every night. I love listening to my husband and watching the boys play. I love seeing Roark and Cole so happy. I love this life.