It is early morning and we are away. The natural beauty of this place is so unassuming that it is easy to take for granted. It seeps into you before long. My children, especially Four, wake me up early enough to watch the sun rise on the aspens.
We carried Four to my bed last night, after the boys had crawled into my mother’s bed before dinner and fallen asleep together.
This morning I woke up to his little hand feeling my back and finding the mole on my neck that he likes to rub, confirmation that it was his mother, not his brother, under the covers next to him.
We got up together and shared a quiet breakfast in the little niche looking out onto a small wood coming awake in the soft, dewy morning light.
We smiled at each other over cereal and I whispered, “I love you so much.”
He smiled back at me and thoughtfully answered, “Right that it’s really easy to kill robots?”