Caitlan and Nicholas are upstairs, making brownies. I can't hear what they are saying, but Nick is laughing in that un-reserved manner that some people have. The people I admire.
I haven't heard him laugh that laugh... in months. In several months.
What an ass I've been, trying to work things out with George, instead of protecting my son's emotional well being.
Oh! There he goes again-- more laughing. Oh God, it sounds so great. He's recovering far more quickly than I am.
Thanks, God, for Nicholas. And for Caitlan, who is making him laugh, and is laughing herself.