Northstar Vale If we drop a stone in a pond, the ripples begin to move.

in which maxim divulges into random ramblings instantly with excitement...

it was better than last time, that he knew instantly. that they could be here together and safely. even if she clarified that it might still be hours or a day! he found it mattered not.

as long as they were all safe and healthy.

our first were born later in the year. i remember lightning storms flooding their arrival. she had not asked for him to emotionally blabber, only hold her hand, but he was here all the same! emotional and sputtering words in his easing accented way.

these ones will know a snowy world. winter children. my mother would call them ранние пташки. early birds! as i was!