refuge.

It seems we cannot have enough of one another, Duke and I. Could be that he's studying for an upcoming sectioned CPA exam. He's passed two sections, with two ahead, and he's admittedly anxious, seeking refuge and comfort in my arms.

I'm not complaining. Though we get little time together, it's nice time, close time. Last night we stayed up far too late sharing our current perspectives on any topic that popped up: our children, the new baby, our families, our responsibilities, our goals and relationship. We reluctantly fell asleep with more words for one another on our lips.

We just as reluctantly awoke for the day this morning, choosing to lay together an extra-long time. I think Heavenly Father knew we needed a little push to get going today so he sent Iggy our way, to squeeze in between us in bed and promptly throw up all over our pillows and blankets. Poor darling, he's been sick for a couple of days now, sleeping most of the time.

While Duke studies I do mounds of sick-laundry and sanitize what I can around the house. I am looking forward to the refuge we find in our time together, whether it's just the two of us or shared with our dear sons.

Life is really good.