...my children (including Matthew!) have been playing non-stop for the past 2.5 hours! The house has been filled with the sounds of belly laughter, grunts from wrestling-related moves, fart-related guffaws, marbles clanking on floor tiles, an occasional "oops - sorry - are you ok?", and actual happy conversation.
My whole planned morning of school has flown right out the window (do I even bother saying yet again?!) and I am simply staying out of the way as much as possible while this miracle continues to unfold.
I hardly dare to hope that this might mean we've turned a corner. But whatever this is, I could not be more grateful.