He laughed and kissed my forehead.
There were only a few small things I occasionally questioned.
Some afternoons, our son seemed unusually sleepy. He would barely lift his head when I came through the door, even if he had supposedly woken from his nap an hour earlier.
« Big day? » I asked Megan once.
« He wore himself out, » she said. « We played outside, then he fought his nap forever. »
Another time, he slept through most of dinner.
« Maybe he’s having a growth spurt, » Ryan suggested.
That sounded reasonable.
Toddlers slept. Toddlers had unpredictable days. Toddlers could run in circles for an hour, then collapse with their faces against the carpet.
I told myself I was being an anxious mother.
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