Husband holds Daughter and I am holding Son. I’m so used to Daughter that Son feels heavy in my arms. It’s been a while since I’ve held him like this. A small smile is on his lips and he relaxes into my arms. My heart is sunset orange. We are calling this a “family cuddle”, but really it’s a family dance, as we sway to Ottmar Liebert playing us “Silver Bells” on an old cassette tape.
