I found Dylan standing in the doorway of the old nursery, completely still, and when I asked what he was doing he answered, “Remembering how small they used to be.”
I stepped up beside him. The room was quiet and mostly empty now. Sunlight came through the window in a soft line across the floor.
“Which one are you thinking about?” I asked.
“All of them,” he said. “Hope with her fists waving. Lucas climbing out of the crib. Rose talking before she could walk. Noah watching everything like he was taking notes.”
I smiled. “Noah did watch everything. Still does.”
Dylan walked into the room and rested a hand on the old dresser. “I used to stand right here at night and listen to them breathe. I was so scared I would fail them.”
“You didn’t,” I said. “You learned as you went. We both did.”
