its the little things that count...

it really is. There is the sound of joy in my house again. for the first time in a long long time. there is laughter, and fun. My boys have been chasing each other around the house, after Aston - the 3yo, snapped his brothers undies. Now where he learnt to do that I have no idea. But they are playing, and Laura is laughing. and my heart feels good. oh so good.

I think I'm coming down with a cold, so have rested on and off for most of the day. Laura cleaned up the kitchen for me, unasked. and did a mighty fine job of it. Nat has been playing with Aston for most of the day. Aston is his little shadow. Lot of hero worship going on there!

So even though I have to go back to court in two weeks - there is a noticable difference in my children, not having the constant calling, and R coming here. They are relaxing. They are happy. They are feeling peaceful.

I went to dinner last night at a friends, and she commented on how much more relaxed the kids are.... Confirmation enough for me that I'm doing the right thing.