Clara escorted me to the door this morning since everyone else was still upstairs in bed. She put her orange slices down and gave me a big hug, and we had a brief conversation by the door about how much her mom and I loved her and Lydia.

I told her “Lydia is just so sweet. Sometimes I just want to hug her and squeeze her and gobble her up, don’t you?” Clara smiled sweetly and agreed while staring blankly in thought for a few moments. I considered what must be going through her mind as she thought about her little sister. What did this small girl think about as she considered her best friend and constant companion? I was still and let her finish her thought without interruption. Finally she shared, “So, I think it would be very difficult to eat Lydia, because she has a lot of bones.” She smiled at me, and I smiled back not sure how to respond. “Well” I said, “I have to go to work now.”

As I got to my car she rushed out onto the porch as she often does, desperate to find an excuse to make me stay a little longer. “Um Dad? … Um… Um… Oh, I wanted to tell you. I am going go tell mom the thing about Lydia having too many bones, okay?” I nodded in the rain, “Yes Clara, go tell that to mom. Use those exact words, please.”