Shane and I know there are things happening around us. Saki and Bailey play almost every day; they run—sometimes for an hour or two—hop in the kiddie pool, run some more, play tug-of-war, fetch frisbees. We know that cars speed by and children play and neighbors come and go. Yet, we sleep like babies sleep—without worry or fear—or we look up and listen to stories told by passing clouds and oblique sunrays.
It's okay. It's our time to sleep, and it's our time to hear what no one else can hear.
Best wishes, Juno
