I breathe in the scent of my son—my beautiful, complicated son—the kid who makes aspects of my life so difficult, but who also is a kind of sunshine and joy I’d never expected. And those difficulties and struggles and that sunshine and joy? I have always wanted to share them with my husband—and maybe, just maybe we’re getting at least closer to that.
“Eddie, I love you Eddie,” Eddie is echoing against my chest, and what else can I do, but to echo it right back.