Cyan asks me, nearly everyday, if he can color my big belly. Sometimes, I say yes. He can color forever; gazes into my navel like he can see the tiny baby inside. I always find myself feeling especially tender during these moments. He says, “your belly is looking really good” or “your big belly is very nice” and he’ll pat it gently.
It’s a tear jerker nearly every time.
I really have some good friends.