Heart

“What do you want to be when you get older?” I ask Lukas.

The grin on your face tells me you’re not going to give me a real answer. It’s going to be something ridiculous, and you prove me right.

“I want to be a poop. That poops everywhere.”

“Nice, what do you really want to be?”

“I’m being serious.” You can barely contain your laugh as you say it, and I glance over at your mother and roll my eyes.

Then Zoey, you come out of the bathroom, and I ask, “Zo. What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“Um. I want to work where Mommy works so I can be with her every day.”

I look over at your mom, and she can barely keep the tears in.

“My heart,” she says.