We are watching tv, after putting Faith and Isaac to bed.
The wife says, as she is nursing Joy, "You know, you were right. It is possible to make room in your heart to love a third one without loving the first two any less."
She continues, "We had a nice chat today, Joy and I. I did most of the talking."
She fingers Joy's hair, now noticeably thicker, "I think I am in love."
I give her an "uh huh" without looking up, because I am busy being fascinated at Joy's eyelashes.
Babies have such tiny everything.
