When we got home with our My Little Ponies (Abby), shoelaces (me) and Brady's birthday pictures (that I kept forgetting to pick up), I found Adam and Brady standing side-by-side in front of the oven, rolling cookie dough into little balls. I stopped for a moment and watched them work; Brady looked both tall and tiny as he stood there on the step stool, chattering away about something or other --I couldn't tell what from a distance-- as he accomplished his helper-duty.
It was a happy sight. A blessed sight. Adam liked to bake with Logan, so seeing him continuing his custom with Brady as his sous-baker was bittersweet in a way, but still decidedly sweet.
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