On our first morning at home, Phoebe came into my room and curled up with George and I on our bed. She whispered quietly and gently stroked his face.
“It’s okay New Baby Bro-der.”
“Mommy, I think him wants to come to me.”
“Look at how liddle him is.”
It was so sweet that I could hardly take it. Then she leaned over and whispered to me, for the millionth time in 24 hours, “But why do you still have a big tummy?”