“Mommy.” Abel tugs on my shorts, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I’m sorry. I is just sad that my whole big family isn’t here, but I is still happy that my little family is here.” “You don’t ever have to apologize for feeling sad, Abel. You feel however you need to feel, and we’ll help you through it. Okay?” He nods, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his cheek into my hip. When Emmett and I take a seat on the blankets, he climbs in the middle, snuggling up between us. “This is my favorite,” he says with a happy sigh. “Fireworks?” Emmett asks. “You,” Abel answers.
