On the eve of your birthday, I hugged you goodnight and whispered, "Happy birthday, Jane. I can't believe you'll be 4 tomorrow." You looked up, and with the utmost innocence, you said, "But, I'll always be your baby. Even when I die, right?"
I will do my best to revel in these final weeks in the Land of One. And in these final weeks, if anyone asks how old you are, I will say something a bit different than what I said to your big sister's teacher.