“It’s not over yet, daddy.. There’s still more pages… What does this says?” Jack said, pulling his little astronomy book closer after I told him it’s time for bed, that we’ll finish it tomorrow.

Too tired to write.  But laptop is out, ready for 4AM.  As is the coffee– 3 k-cups.

No TV.  Just quiet downstairs while Emma gets her nightcap from Alice.

Today I realized walking Jack into school, while he told me about how the ladybugs live in “that bush over there”, that I AM a dad.  These babies depend on me, look to me to be exemplary, in everything.