I love them.
I miss my Lucy girl.
I keep trying. The moments of peace are worth all the trying.
After Peter is tucked in bed and says, "I love you, Mommy. Goodnight", my heart explodes with gratitude. Even if he's put me through the ringer that entire day.
And when he wants me to lay next to him in bed and cuddle... I turn away so he doesn't see me crying. It's so tender and wonderful and so bittersweet without Lucy cuddled in bed next to us. Always bittersweet.
And Zoë's little laugh. It is pure joy to my soul.
I love my little family.