K, last night reading books you were just the sweetest thing.

You and H were wild and crazy after baths and it was all we could do to lotion you two up and wrangle you into your pajamas.

Afterward, mom and I could barely even calm y’all down enough to read books.

During the thrashing, you bumped into mom’s stomach and I (mostly joking) asked you to apologize to your little sister.

Your voice immediately became gentle and sweet as you got down and talked to mom’s stomach:

I’m sorry baby sister. I love you.

My heart.

I wish I could bottle all this up.

I love you.

-Dad