As I type this, my husband just got back from walking our dog. Our babies are sleeping in their beds. The house is quiet, save for the dishwasher running.
It's just an ordinary Friday night.
And I'm so grateful.
Last week I learned that a childhood friend and his pregnant wife had lost one of their twins and the other one is struggling in utero.
Today I learned a friend miscarried both her twins.
So much heartache.
It's been the kind of week that makes you grateful for normal.
Tonight, I take comfort in the routine and the ordinary.