“I’m so happy for you,” I told her. “You’re going to be such a good mom.”
“I already love her, Meg,” she whispered.
The first time I met Sophie, she was sitting in the middle of their living room, carefully stacking blocks into a tower taller than she was. She had round cheeks, soft curls, and wide brown eyes that studied everything around her. When I knelt beside her, she looked up at me, blinked once, and asked shyly, “Are you Auntie?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I said with a smile. “I’m your Auntie Megan.”
She nodded solemnly and handed me a blue block.
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