I don't know how to write this without crying.

So I'll cry and I'll write.

It's summer break. I wake up to baby snuggles. Afternoons I clean up the goop left behind from three year olds intent on making their own PB&Js because I'm a big boy now thank you very much, and then I cuddle each evening with all three and hear my newly literate eldest son read me stories before bed.

It's also Ramadan. The kids settle in most mornings with crayons and glitter for Ramadan cards to exchange with frie...