“I like Justin,” he says. “A lot.” “Yeah, he’s pretty awesome,” I whisper. “Is it okay if I love him?” he asks in a soft, scared voice. “Just because I love him doesn’t mean I love my dad less.” “Baby,” I say, and I blink away the tears, but one comes out. “The good thing about the heart is that it just grows with all the love you have.” “So it’s okay if I love them both?” he asks, almost relieved. “Yeah, it’s more than okay if you love them both,”
