Six Months with Misha

I’m listening to the fragile silence of a Sunday afternoon marveling at how far we’ve come in the last month. Misha and Vance and Chester are all napping, the dryer is resting between so many loads of laundry, and the only sounds I hear are the heater whirring and the keys underneath my fingers. Bliss. I still assume everyone else has this parenting thing figured out more than we do, that most days we…