Sometimes I have to push them away. I have to tell them to give her a little space–Birdy does need some peace to eat now and then.
But other times I get to stand back and watch.
And I love the way they love their sister. The way they are itching to get her in their laps. To plant kisses on her forehead and put their fingers in the clutch of her baby fist. The high, sing-songy voices they use to talk to her. The way, at the first sign of waking noises, they go thundering up the steps and bursting into her room.
I used wonder how I'd ever manage.
But now, how could I ever manage without?