I missed how easy he made the world to be in, how comfortable and happy he made the people around him. Where I’d grown up terrified of being too much for someone—anyone, the entire world—he’d seemed to see too much of anyone as a good thing. Like handfuls of candy at Halloween or piles of presents at a birthday party. As if everyone should be more of themselves. As if the world would be a better, funner, sweeter place for it. I couldn’t think of something I wanted my baby to have in their life more.
