I am convalescing on my parents’ couch, joined periodically by a crowing, wriggling heap of small arms and legs and dark blond hair. This morning B came galloping into the living room, hollering, “I’m going to go see my MOMMEEE! Hi, Mommeee!” They scrabble around in the covers, submit to a hug and half a story, tumble back down to the floor and skitter off to play again. But I managed to embrace the camera with one of my little visitors!

 

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