(((Serenity)))
My heart beaks for both your little men.

But they've got one hell of a mother.
So they will be alright.
You are and will continue to be alright.
Eventually this will all be a dim, distant memory.

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac