That was enough.
Jenna worked remotely doing insurance claims and scheduled her entire life around pediatric appointments, speech therapy, physical therapy, developmental programs, and whatever else Sophie needed.
She almost never complained.
But sometimes I’d see her sitting on the back steps after Sophie was asleep, holding a mug of coffee that had gone cold hours earlier.
Those nights, she looked impossibly tired.
Caleb, however, never saw Sophie as work.
He saw Sophie as Sophie.
When she was still small enough for a stroller, he would sit on the sidewalk beside her and draw pictures on his sketchpad.
He brought her dandelions from our lawn.
He learned exactly which silly face made her laugh.
He discovered that if he balanced a plastic cup on his head and pretended to sneeze, Sophie would laugh so hard she got hiccups.
When she started crawling, he crawled around the yard with her.
