“In my new room,” Toby said.

“Right above my bed.”

I carried the small wooden stepladder into his bedroom while Toby followed behind, the framed picture tucked carefully under his left arm.

I tapped a brass picture hook into the drywall three feet above his pillow.

Toby climbed the first two steps of the ladder, raised his hands, and guided the wire loop over the metal hook.

He adjusted the frame until the horizon line of the painted stone bridge sat perfectly level on the wall.