“I know the feeling.”

He looked at Wesley sleeping in the stroller and said, “Then maybe the best thing is not to waste the second chance.”

That night Jenna found me in the nursery, rocking our son after he’d woken from his nap.

“You’re thinking about it again,” she said.

“A little.”

She sat on the carpet beside us.

“He’s here, Colin.”

“I know.”