Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Killian rushes over to Tommy and Trixie, our seven-year-old twins, who have fallen and had an ‘accident,’ everybody is participating in the game since it’s what our four-year-old birthday girl, Lena, demanded.
I sit with Alyssa in my arms, rocking her gently as the others play the game. Speeder is stretched out on the stones, basking in the sun, his hair turning gray as he ages, but his spirit is still the same, with the same smile and aura of love.
Lena marches up and down in front of her siblings, gesturing at the twins with her toy stethoscope.
“Here is the booboo. Daddy, can you fix the booboo? No, Daddy’s the horse. Lily….”
“You’re the boss,” Lillian says when Killian puts her down.
He looks over at me as Lillian starts to work on Tommy, patting him down and then tickling him under the armpit. Then, he erupts into laughter, making Killian and I laugh too.
My husband holds my gaze as the kids play, looking at me with that nothing-else-exists face that he’s aimed at me so many times, the love filling the air, engulfing us, the kids, Speeder, the whole house, the whole street….
So much love pouring from us all it’s a shock it’s not visible from space.
My gaze moves to the tattoo on my husband’s shoulder.
The butterfly.
“Every time you look at it,” he told me after he got it almost nine years ago now, “remember the cocoon. Remember that you broke out of it. Remember what it feels like to fly.”
I told him I didn’t need to remember.
I fly – with him, with our children – every single day.