And at the same time, I see our homes and our
travels, our tears and our laughter, I see him standing in the room and weeping over tea - towels with never - babies inside, and I see us holding the now - growing - up babies as they learn to walk, and I see him looking at me across our old
bed that he built with his own
hands and I see us as kids and I see us as lovers and I see us as best friends, and I see us just last night as we staggered through a sleepless night with lanky kids who couldn't sleep well and I think, God, we grew up together.
On the somewhat rare occasion that Jody is
traveling for work and I've had to get both kids to
bed by myself, we've shared some pretty special (though definitely awkward) times together with both of them at the breast, holding
hands or giggling at each other, and it's moments like that that I wouldn't trade for the world.