We were awake when you crept into our bedroom; Lysander first, all wide eyes and a neck like a giraffe, swiftly followed by Balthazar when his brother whisper-yelled that the baby was here. Your faces were filled with awe, you touched her gently, so feather-light that she didn’t stir. Your sisters were beginning to wake, and I stumbled into their bedroom and lifted them, gingerly, from their cots. I wanted us all to be together, to share in this moment.
And that is how you met Vita: tentatively, curiously, eagerly. With awe and with love in your hearts.
