A household can change a lot. In the intervening 16 months since my last post on sadness and furry loss (Biscuit the cat died a few days after the post), we opened our hearts to another cat and, through that opening, became parents ourselves. This being is alive, healthy, wondrous. Her story began July 2011, if not before. Now a few months more and sleepless nights caring for a newborn fewer or none, normal is coming back, only it’s a new, better kind of normal. Sitting around at home all day is not a wasted day; it’s an observation of life sprouting, more stories beginning.