I'm so fucking happy and i'm terrified of how fragile it is. humming in the shower without even thinking about it, like it was just…normal. scout's been extra cuddly, and i keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but maybe this IS the shoe, maybe this is just…it. It's like holding the sun in cupped hands, knowing its fire birthed you, but also knowing you can't contain it. Maybe the best we can do is feel the warmth on our skin while it lasts, and be grateful for the light it casts on the ordinary.