one of my favorite moments of her birthday party on a late April weekend was when she insisted that the lunch spot next to hers at the picnic table was for her “baby brudder”, warding off the boyfriends vying for the spot. i spend most of my days splitting up their shoving and stealing, hitting and hair-pulling — but this. i know it won’t last – neither the fighting nor the adoring seat saving. but if there is one thing i want to remember, one thing to write down in that parenthood book of memories — the one i dream of writing, likely in another lifetime, it would be this one. oh how it fills me up to see their love.