Earlier, I took a break from my own supper to feed Breanna. Sometimes she closes her eyes, but other times she looks around at the same time, all serene. Tonight was the latter and a few times she would look up at me.
Stroking her hair, I said, “Breanna, I hope you’ll always love me. Can you do that for me? Can you always love me?”
Without ever unlatching, she turned her head just a little and looked up at me. She stared straight into my eyes with her pensive blue ones, taking in what I had said.
Then she grunted and loudly crapped herself.
She smiled at me and resumed nursing.
I’m just going to take that as a yes.