Hannah Mae found Owen's baby book full of his pictures. She carried it through the house one morning last week.
After a while, she brought the album over to where I was sitting on the couch and babbled at me, using her baby a-goos and concerned eyebrows to talk to me about the pictures. I pointed to his little baby face. "Brother", I said. She squealed as she does when she sees babies.
"That's Owen, your big brother."