“I painted this for you, Mommy.” “Thank you, baby. That’s so thoughtful.” I take the picture from his tiny hands, grinning down at the colorful painting, the rainbow splashed above us. “Is this our family?” Abel nods, pointing at the people. “This is you. And this is Daddy. And this is me.” I point at the small person next to Abel. “And who’s this?” “Oh, that’s easy.” He beams up at me, patting his chest proudly. “I’m gonna be a big brother. That’s my baby brother or sister.”
