I'm lying down with the kids as they fall asleep...
Orlando and I have talked about our actions today (he has started reviewing with me any angry actions we have taken), we've read two books, we've made up our own silly rhymes. He is on the other side of the bed, but he rests his feet against my body, making contact as he drifts off.
Mica is still wiggling around, nursing and flexing, and finally fluttering off to sleep. He rolls over next to his sleeping big brother. Their heads are surprisingly close in size.
The rain starts coming down hard and I hear it through the screened window and pounding on the ceiling just a foot or two above me (the head of the bed rests under the sloped roof our house).
I love to hear the rain.