Pass Love Notes

Evening came earlier than expected. I turned the radio off, left soup bowls and dinner plates piled in the sink, then ushered the little brother then the other off to hockey. It was already too late for soup or hot chocolate and more sleep or finishing the last few pages of Erin Hilderbrand's A Summer Affair, I should have chosen to rest above all else. But the newborn twin babies were warm and freshly bathed and reminded me of my sister and her boys that will be one year old next month, before long the static of nightshift had the final say.