I’m in bed, insomniatic, listening to Sam breathe. As miserable as I know tomorrow will be, I am grateful for this moment. We are here, we are we, this is now.
Tonight I’ll lay awake and not dream of other countries, other places and faces, other lives. Tonight I will give myself this moment, nothing more or less: safe and warm in our battered old house, my sleeping family and myself, awake, aware and full of gratitude.