I like my family.
I know that seems obvious – but I love that we can get trapped in the house, no way out, and there’s no place I’d rather be. There’s two parents here, so if the kids start to get crazy, we can divide and conquer. The kids are, in and of themselves, old enough to amuse themselves independently so that Marc can chill out and read his economics articles, I can read a novel or two, I made a huge chicken soup that Marc and Jessie both loved.
I don’t take this for granted – the idea that the five of us are a family. We missed having Lilli and Sarah here, and it would have been just as good, but different if they were here. But the five of us click together, in a way that I’ve never really experienced before and I love it. It’s just peaceful and relaxed and lovely.