At 2 A.M., a Hidden

came up beside me and slipped her arm around my waist.

“He looks like you when he frowns,” she whispered.

“Poor kid.”

She smiled.

We stood there together, watching our son breathe.

The monitor still sat on the shelf, no longer hidden. Ava knew about it now. We both did. It was not there because we were afraid.

It was there because sometimes love pays attention.continue reading …