We had a hard night. Little Bean went downhill fast after a few days of a lousy virus. So we went to the emergency room with her, fervently hoping she'd recover quickly.
We got home at 3, with a hydrated baby who wanted to sleep for the first time in days.
We've moved slowly today. We were supposed to be on a plane to Colorado. Instead, we have been napping, watching tv, talking on the phone, twittering away.
And making food.
Somehow, I had not cooked since we arrived in this new home. This sight -- food lined up, spoons and spatulas, measuring cups and Dutch ovens -- made me so happy I had to take a photo.
It feels like life is finding its own balance again.