Love

It's when your son is visiting for the weekend and helps you set the table for dinner and as you hand him the silverware you almost start to cry because you suddenly remember when he would help you as a little kid, and you know he'll be gone in a couple of hours and you'll miss him so much.

It's when you ache for a brother who makes decisions that hurt not only himself, but everyone around him who care about him. And you want to stop the hurt, but there's nothing you can do, because it's his life.

It's when you're tired and your back hurts and you have a headache and Nina is being a bear because she's up too late (again) and all you want is to stretch out on the porch couch, all alone with a good book, and instead you gather her tired, crying little self in your arms and carry her up to bed and snuggle with her and read her stories and tell her what a good girl she is how much you love her.