avablog

It seemed like it thundered steadily all night last night. Ava typically awakens after one or two good booms (Emmett does OK, so far), so last night I stood at the bottom of the stairs and listened between claps for sounds of her crying in her room. Nothing came. Minutes went by, and I waited. I looked out the front door and watched the lightning intermittently illuminate the neighborhood. As I strained to catch even a whimper floating down the stairwell, I realized I was hoping Ava would wake up so I could go and comfort her. It was one of those moments that made me understand anew how much my life really belongs to my kids. Not belongs, really…. Is owed to.