close your eyes and make a memory

Around 9pm Ever and I stared at each other, our faces inches apart in the darkness. She had woken to nurse and I had heard her little chortling snuffly nose and done the saline/sucker treatment, changed her and laid us both down. Lola lay next to us, falling asleep, Mr. Curry was already asleep in Lola and Ever's room ( ...follow me here, the girls sleep in our bed with either just myself or both Mr. Curry and I, while nights where Mr. Curry needs to actually, you know, sleep, he goes into the girl's room. Last night he went to bed early to awake at 4am this Saturday and work; working a six day week almost every week these days, with my maternity leave cutting our income drastically. ) and Ian watched TV in the living room. I could hear the television's murmuring and see light from the living room filtered down the hallway. Ever's wide blue eyes stared at me seriously, the skin above them puckered in two question marks. And suddenly, she smiled at me, a huge beaming sunshine Beatlesesque smile where the entire room felt illuminated with the light of her smile and her eyes. I smiled back and began crying, tears of joy sliding from my cheeks to the sheets. Life felt absolutely and completely perfect. This is happiness, I said to myself, exactly this. I am happy.