The truth about marriage is that it is sometimes a wholly lonesome road. Isolating, bruisingly cool.
Tonight, our small home felt over-full of sourness.
Ziggy and Bert the Dog and I went for a walk after a supper no one was properly hungry for. We looked at the moon and cars and dogs and flowers and the houses around the block. Upon our return, I bathed Ziggy, brushed his teeth, and we snuggled in for nursing and books and the intense closeness my child requires.
Ziggy took me by surprise in popping off the breast to coo at me, "Night-night, Baby."