When she thought nobody was looking, Button surreptitiously turned over one of Josef’s pictures on the fridge.

The next morning I got her up while Siah was still sleeping and invited her to quietly come into my room and snuggle in bed with me. I told her how much I loved her and told her I had some questions for her.

“Don’t make them too difficuwt, okay, Mama?”

“Okay, Button. I promise they won’t be difficult. Button, how do you feel about your baby brother from Ethiopia coming home to live with us?”

“Happy, Mama.”

“Okay.”

“And angry, too.”

My heart hurt for her. “Why does it make you angry?”

“Because nobody will be spending the night in my room. Baby Shiloh was supposed to sleep in my room, but since she went to heaven to be with Jesus, now nobody will be spending the night with me. And that makes me angry.”

[Wow. As a mom what do I say to that, Lord???]

“I’m angry, too, Button. I’m angry baby Shiloh’s gone. I understand how you feel.”

I held her tightly. “Button? I have an idea. What if baby Josef spends the night in your room sometimes? I mean, after all, you are his sister. It would be perfectly appropriate for you to cuddle him and for him to camp out in your room sometimes. What do you think?”

She lit up! “Oh, yeah, Mama! How about Josef spends the night in my room one night, and then in Siah’s room one night, and then in my room one night, and then in Siah’s room one night, and then in …”

I laughed, “Yes, Button, but Josef’s going to need a room of his own. And he IS a boy, so he’ll be in the boy’s room. But he definitely can come spend the night in your room sometimes. And you can help me and daddy take care of him, too.”

“Oh, yes, Mama. I can feed him, and play with him, and put clothes on him, and change his poopy diapers — ewww!”

We both shared a laugh over that!