Katja is almost over the last of her cold. I still have the cough, but I’m getting better. Xander is still working through it, but I’m trying to make it a bit easier on him. It isn’t a pleasant cold.
When Katja is half asleep, she sometimes pulls her pacifier out of her mouth. She tries to put it back in her mouth, but since she’s half asleep her motor skills aren’t quite up to snuff, so instead she waves her arm up and down quite energetically. It’s highly amusing.
I am happy. Not content, exactly; there is too much to do, too many possibilities. Happy, though, I seem to have managed. I look at Xander and I smile. I have a wonderful little person asleep on me. Cats and a dog are curled up nearby. I am learning to accept life a little better. I can’t plan much at the moment, but that’s all right, at least for now.
It’s a little corner of peace. We have built home here, together. It isn’t always easy, but it is good.