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Four in Little Green Radicals - Meet the Wildes
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. She sings to them, one in each arm, rocking, bouncing, cradling, soothing, and their howls become cries become whimpers, snuffles, and slowly, slowly, they are asleep, chests rising and falling and faces peaceful at last. She lays them down and we look at them, she with fondness and I with bewilderment: how can people so small tangle us into such knots? It is dark outside and the window is turned away from the moon; our energy-efficient bulbs are dim and shadows flicker and jut, jagged, across the walls. And they are our sunshine, and we are watching them sleep. It is summer, and their sisters are here. And we are incredulous that it has been so easy, two boys and two girls, four in two years, and the toddlers are rocking the moses basket as the babies sleep. We sit holding hands, watching…