"Mommy? Why do you have wrinkles in your belly?"
"Well, buddy, those are called stretch marks. They are from you and baby Wylie being in mommy's tummy."
"Do you like having wrinkles in your belly?"
"Yes, I do. I love them. Whenever I see them, I remember carrying you in my tummy and how lucky I am to have you."
"But daddy doesn't have wrinkles in his belly and he loves me, too."
"That's true. But you were in mommy's tummy, so I have the stretch marks."
He thought about it for a few seconds, silently and intently.
"But mommy, you can still love someone even if they weren't in your belly. Sometimes babies come from your heart, not just your tummy."
I felt the tears start to sting behind my eyes. How does he always know so much of what the adult world cannot see?
"Yes, baby. That's so true. A family is who loves you, and families are made all different kinds of ways."
"Yes, mommy. I came from your tummy but sometimes other babies are hatched from someones heart. And mommy? Then maybe we all just get wrinkles on our hearts."