Have the birds always sang this beautifully in the morning? Has the sun always felt this warm and radiant?
Astrid asks herself all these as she stands from the bed with a wide smile on her face. Her chest is filled with happiness as she looks at the bed to see her kids, still asleep. She feels like she would burst into a song and give a ballet recital just to express her joy, but no, that will wake them up.
She gives a little twirl as she moves quickly to the bathroom. If this could last forever, she says to herself. She just wants to frame this moment and put it on repeat till she gets bored of it, which is never. She can never get bored of seeing her children sleeping in peace after the tortuous weeks of having them gone.
She sighs satisfactorily as she stares at the mirror, the smil
