In the afternoons, you can often find Eoin and I home alone, curled up together in the nursing chair as he drinks his bottle. We sit in the kitchen, where the light that pours in from the three windows is softened by the gauzy ivory curtains. Day after day, the buzz of the refrigerator and the sounds of Eoin's swallows as he hums into his bottle, lull me off to sleep. He goes to sleep, too. Mmmm. It's peace.