Sprout hasn’t figured out yet that the baby monitor doesn’t go both ways. And that’s just fine by me.
Every night after we brush teeth, he walks over to the monitor from which we can hear Rosebud’s sleeping rhythmic breath and whispers,
“Goodnight sweet baby. Have nice dreams and I’ll see you in the morning. I love you.”
No matter what else has happened during the day, in that moment everything is right and everything is okay. I’m in awe of what a wonderful brother he is.