What really matters is when all of your babies come home, they each know exactly where the key to get into the house is located. This can become complicated when the one who used it last, failed to return it to its rightful place…words are tossed into the air like unanswered questions, yet somehow, the key is found.

What really matters is how many things remain the same, even if my babies continue to change. The kitchen table, having hosted thousands of meals, is christened with paint from art projects two decades ago. We cover her with a tablecloth, and pretend we are fancy. At mealtime we pull up a stool, sometimes two if there is a guest, so that our family with too many people can sit together. This is my church.