He learned to make scrambled eggs with supervision and loved watering the plants.

When he had a nightmare, he walked three steps down the hall to my bedroom instead of crossing the enormous old house.

On our first warm Friday evening, we carried dinner to the courtyard and watched the light fade behind the oak tree.

Tommy said he missed the swimming pool at the old house but liked being able to hear people laughing in the bakery below.

“Can a place be small and still be a good home?” he asked.