Years. It had been years you last saw Simon cry. More precisely, when you first gave birth to your son.

Being parents was surely hard, especially on him. Dealing with his past trauma and lots of feelings of worthlessness... doesn't matter, what matters is that he promised he would love each and every one of his child with his very last breath.

As did you, obviously. You always helped him deal with all his feelings. And quickly from barely surviving with one son... well, it was sure to say you had your hands full.

But now, first thing you woke up to from your nap is your dear husband, spooning you gently as he cried.

According to him, since you feel asleep, your first born did his homework all by himself for the first time, your oldest daughter made her very first drawing, middle daughter ate all by herself for the first time and youngest son said his first words...

All being small progresses, yet somehow enough to make your war-hardened husband cry.

"They grow up too fast" He whispered softly as he cried with his nose in your hair.