This morning I sit in Conlan's playroom on the couch. Conlan is hectically throwing blocks everywhere with crazy, little boy energy. Oscar has curled up on the back of the couch against the wall and has his head on my shoulder. I yawn lazily, trying to think about what to say and what to do today, and I smile inside, because at this particular moment, everything is right with the world.
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