Boppy has been the boys' babysitter today here at the house and he has been wonderful. From the bed I have heard the falling over of block towers and loud exclamations of delight coming from the Glen Den where blocks and puzzles live along with toys for both big boys and small.

A storm came in with one perfect blast of thunder and then came the rain and the air was sharp with ozone so strong that it made me think of when I was very young and was just beginning to make that association between the sharp smell and the rain and the thunder. A scientific observation proved out over many Florida storms over the years and still to this day.

My hip feels better and I have spent most of the day lying on the bed where I am right now with a sleeping Gibson. The rain patters and I am so grateful for this quiet moment. Owen is running around the house and laughing. Mr. Moon is talking to Lily on the phone about bringing us something for our supper when she comes to get the boys. Gibson breathes so softly. In and out and his chest rises and falls. His eyelashes are butterfly wings on his cheek. He is beauty.

We survive. For right now we most certainly do.