Today, we put together some things to send my grandmother, who just lost my grandfather. Abbott made her a card with a rainbow and a heart broken into two pieces that said, "I know how it feels." I asked him how he knew and he said, Cinnamon and Piper died. I still feel that way when I think about them.
Yesterday, the boys took their money out of their piggy banks in preparation for a trip to the lego store.
Cal had less money because he's spent more. Abbott gave him three of his dollars, because he said he found him in a corner crying about it.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Abbott's due date. Little did I know then, as I waited for him, how much my life would change, or who he would become. I still wonder about that, really. I don't know if I'll ever feel as much empathy for others as he does.