A fond-ish goodbye

One spring, in this corner, we set up the baby basket. Our little girl snoozed away her first days here as I watched the sun move in a patch across the floor.

And just inside the gate is where she met our little boy for the first time. She was all curls and indecision that day, gazing at him in his carry-cot. This is your baby brother, we told her, as she half-smiled at us.