When Tollie asked to hold Hank recently, I realized that he's known his new brother longer than he knew Celia.
When the lady at the doctors office seemed surprised to hear that he is our fourth, I wondered how much I'd need to say.
When I think about our family, I'm never quite sure whether we're five or six, how to explain that some are here and some are there.
When I try to figure it all out, I feel like my brain is both weary and wired, a strange marriage of contradictory states.
What I do know is this: when Hank arrived, it was almost like she stepped down from heaven and returned a part of herself with him.
No title or number needed. Beautiful beings, beautiful family.
ReplyDeleteI wore my Battling Batten shirt to Oakland Park Nursery yesterday... and found myself in conversation with a kind gentleman who had heard of Batten, whose family is way too familiar with Tay Sachs. We shared stories and blessings and a bit of hope with each other. Kings indeed! I love that picture of Tollie and Hank!!!
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