I realized something big tonight.
My girls are asleep. I went in to Rocky’s bedroom, knelt down, put my hand on her chest to say a quiet goodnight and give her a little love-energy. As her chest rose and fell, I remembered that she has a heart defect, that she once had open-heart surgery; that night after night, I’d put my hand on her chest, just to make sure she was still alive.
I smiled. My realization was that I hadn’t thought about it in a long time.