A Ten Year Anniversary and Satellites

We've had a few nights out there this week. Beanbags dragged out into the backyard, the girls between us, all of us staring up counting satellites as they cross the sky. No plan. No reason it started beyond someone suggesting it and nobody having anywhere better to be. Some nights it's twenty minutes. One night it was hours. Nothing happens out there. But that's the whole point. We met at 18. Fell pregnant at 19. Had our first daughter at 20. Married at 22. There were years in there that were...