As I sit here, after Shabbat dinner, with a fire blazing in the fireplace and a full tummy, the house is quiet. Don't get me wrong - Milo is definitely running after Nate at high speeds, following him wherever he goes. But he's doing it so silently, and the only thing I can hear is his heavy breathing (his nose has been a little stuffy).
I caught the boys snuggling in the other room, and heard Nate telling Milo tenderly, "Milo, you're my favorite little boy in the whole world."
So I'm teary, with not much to say except that I am so blessed.