The purple clouds with pink highlights are still visible from my perch on the floor.
The sun sets late in the north this time of year. I always forget. It doesn't feel like 9:30.
But it is. And the two-year-old who didn't nap today is finally - FINALLY! - sleeping behind me. She's laying on top of her quilt, feet on her pillow, arm hanging off the side of the bed. Anything to get closer to momma. I can't remember a time when she fell asleep without rubbing my arm or touching my hair.
Her older sister and brother have also succumbed. I can hear the quiet breathing all around me.
For the first time today, I can hear myself think.
It's a crazy, wonderful, hectic, beautiful, wild life right now. Not only am I still learning to balance being a mother of four, but suddenly I'm doing it with everyone at home all the time.
To be honest, I'm loving the extra time with my children. I need this.
But to be even more honest, it's utterly exhausting.
Which is why I'm sitting in the dusk with my laptop, listening to the quiet.
I think I'll sit here for just a few minutes more.
Because, in the north at this time of year, the sun rises early too.
Kelly is a new mom of four. You can find her blogging at Love Well.