My babies have gone off to bed. They’re no longer babies. Two big, independent individuals, who mostly rub along well together, sometime screaming and sometimes squealing.
I heard a Buddhist saying once. Something to the effect of Monks being like a bag of stones. Rubbing along together until all the sharp edges are knocked off.
My family is becoming smooth and rounder. We are so looking forward to the long holidays, and my forecast late and stretchy summer.