The Light of Winter, day 5

I'm behind on posting, but here's my response to the Light of the Moon and the Stars.
Above is TwoBoo at age two months, sleeping on Daddy's chest.

My small people are my moon and stars. (Which is a good thing, because they're still at the age when they wake up unexpectedly while the moon and stars are still out.)

But seriously, LK asks a good question: "What stars exist in the firmament of your life that remind you to think beyond yourself?"

Light changes what it touches. Whatever happens to The Boy and TwoBoo changes me as well. Sometimes I feel like I'm living three lives at once, trying to anticipate what they'll need to feel safe and happy. And sometimes I just watch the glow from their skin. They are here, I am here, and that is enough.