The boy is napping.
I am so madly in love with him, it's mindboggling. We are (finally?) settling into some semblance of routine and I feel like I'm breathing again, for the first time in so very very very long.
And yet I miss his brother with every breath. Sharply, softly, and everything in between. It sneaks up on me, and then again his absence has become such a part of my very existence I don't know how it could possibly still surprise me.