Then June arrived.
Seven pounds, four ounces, Ethan’s nose, and enough personality for the entire hospital floor.
Ethan cried when they placed her in his arms.
Really cried.
He whispered her name while looking down at her as though nothing else in the world existed.
That moment was real.
I would remember that later.
For the first six weeks, he was the father I believed he would be.
He changed diapers without being asked.
He got up at night.
He learned to swaddle June with the intense concentration he usually
