Kristen
Ezra seemed to be taking a really long time in the study. I played a couple of board games with the kids, but the week at camp had tired them out, and before we finished the second round of Shoots-and-Ladders they were yawning wide and blinking sleepily. “Alright you little monsters, let's go get our teeth brushed,” I said, putting the game away. There was surprisingly little resistance as they brushed their teeth, changed into their pajamas, and climbed together into Alex’s big bed.
Joy snuggled up with her stuffed wolf, and Alex looped his arms through hers, and before I had pulled the comforter up and over them, they were already fast asleep. I bent to drop a kiss on each of their foreheads. Alex made a grumbly sound in his throat and mumbled, “G’night.”
Joy’s words echoed in
