The other night, after we bathed and put the kids to bed, I snuck upstairs to check on them (like I always do neurotically, every 20 minutes) and found Zoe in Zachary's room standing next to his crib, holding his hand and singing "Happy Birthday" to him really quietly. He was sound asleep but she didn't care. It was the sweetest darn thing I have ever seen -- it brought tears to my eyes. I just have to remember this moment the next time Zoe decides to push Zach over and lay on top of him in an innocent attempt to crush him.
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