He grows.

They shared about six weeks together.  He shares her bright blue nursery, and maybe her marmalade hair.   We are grateful for reminders of our eldest, etched kindly in the face of a brother who resembles her.

She drew herself tighter, limbs curled, like a spider pulling its legs in to die.  His body opens wide, his eyes, his arms, his mouth.  While she shrank and faded and disappeared, he grows.  He grows, and we catch happy glimpses of the way she grew at this stage, too.

JEB