Who knew that having our own apartment would mean getting used to filling ice trays again. Been so used to leaning a cup against a lever and ice coming out without any effort. But I’m extremely grateful because it’s ours. They’re our ice trays I just filled a minute ago as I listen to Iron & Wine in our living room as she and the baby take a nap on our bed. All these years it’s been me. I like “ours” better.