Berries & Bathwater

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It’s a normal bedtime in our house. Nick is in Leo’s room reading him a story by lamplight, and I wash the girls hair, soap suds under my fingernails. It’s a deep clear bath, and I can see their fractiousness – the type that makes them grumpy and emotional and excited, all in one little body – start to melt away under the depths of the warm water.