They watch America's Funniest Home videos. I'm laying reading my book on the couch. At my feet one nods off in daddy's arms. Across the room one is laughing hysterically. (J loves Tom Bergeron, btw.) It's raining but the house is dry and comfy. It smells of simmering dinner. I think about Rachel's blog post and realize that although there are many things I could complain about, at this moment I really can't. Right now I'm just happy.