Many days, I still struggle emotionally, and the days seem very long. In the evening, though, after supper is cleared away, after violins are practiced and homework is done, after teeth are brushed and soft cheeks are kissed, after prayers are said and blankets tucked in, our little cottage becomes quiet, and Hubby and I sit together. Sometimes we read or watch one of the two stupid TV shows we care to watch. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes,we do chores until bedtime, just to try and keep up.
Whatever we choose, these evenings belong to us, and I look forward to them all day.