It's 5am, Gemma is nursing, and only the light of the phone can be seen in the darkness. Her breathing is soft, rhythmic and comforting. The horn of the train wails in the distance as though it's quite pissed it can't be snug in bed as well. Surely everyone must be in bed, right? I hear you train.
Browsing the web for a local deli about to open up led me back to my old stomping grounds, and I thought an update was in order. It's only been over a year!
Well.
Zephyr is two years old and still amazing.
Tony is still the most loving father and thoughtful husband.
Tokyo and Hoyt have been missing our attention for awhile now :(
Gemma is three months and a complete joy.
Life is good!
