On Friday, I felt a drip on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a huge water bubble in the ceiling. A leak in the girls' room. A ripped up ceiling, days of fans, new dry wall, paint, and the noise of repair.
Until all is fixed, we are neatly packed into just one room. Avery's crib pushed up against the closet. A mattress for Norah wedged into a corner.
Each night, a unique lullaby. Curtains whooshing. Fans buzzing. The hushed whistle of three sleeping souls breathing in unison. All that I love huddled peacefully in 10 square feet of space. I lay awake. Grateful.