Replaceable

A few days ago the boys were playing house.

Jonah was the daddy, Elijah was the big brother, and Isaac (sitting in his swing nearby) was the baby brother.

My heart was instantly bursting with love as I watched them "play house." It was very sweet to watch Jonah reading Elijah a story and Elijah asking Isaac if he wanted a snack. I continued asking them questions and then wondered where the mommy was.

They told me she was dead.

(Insert jaw drop and heart break)

"Oh no!" I said.

Jonah told me (very nonchalantly), "Don't worry, there are milk bags in the freezer for baby Isaac so we'll be okay."

I wasn't sure wether I should laugh or cry.

I was proud that they did think about feeding Isaac during their grieving. But just a little sad no one was concerned that the mommy was gone!