motherhood on a friday night

"Cradling a swaddled infant in their arms, mothers would distractedly touch their lips to their babies' foreheads. Passing their toddlers in a hall, mothers would tousle their hair or even sweep them up in their arms and kiss them hard along their chins and necks until

the 
    children
          squealed
                with
                     glee.

Where else in life could a woman love so openly and with such abandon?"
-The Snow Child