~Sienna~

The living room is a chaotic, beautiful mess of primary colors and soft babies laughter. I’m lying flat on the rug, the plush carpet fibers tickling my neck, while Naysa uses my chest as a human pillow. Her small, rhythmic breathing is the most grounding sound in the world. A few feet away, Nyomi is determinedly dragging a plastic dinosaur across the hardwood, while Noah sits beside her, watching the toy’s tail wag with wide, fascinated eyes.

I can’t stop being grateful for how ...