I can't help but be pleased. If only I could give myself permission to be happy. Could there exist such a perception as happiness being something for everyone else?

She walks right past me to sit and chat with the kids. Then she will review her email. Next she will be joined in bed by our youngest. If I am there it will be a battle between me and the child. She will wait until it resolves itself to discover next to whom she will fall asleep.
I sit and watch it all. She will have time for me when the kids are grown. Ha ha. I will be long gone by then, if not in person, at least in spirit.