Becky
I found Micah in his room that night, long after the party had wound down and he'd finally, exhausted from celebration, allowed himself to be put to bed. He wasn't asleep yet, staring up at the ceiling with the particular thoughtful expression he'd developed over these past months, older somehow than his five years should have allowed.
"You should be sleeping," I said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"I'm thinking," he said seriously.
"About what?"
He was quiet for a moment, working through whatever was occupying his mind with the careful deliberation he brought to significant thoughts. "About how I'm not sick anymore. And about how our family got so big while I was sick."
I smiled, settling more comfortably beside him. "Does that feel strange to you? Our family being bi
