Zoë came home on Saturday.
She didn’t come home bundled in her carseat, wrapped in the mouse blanket I bought.
She didn’t get to wear the footie pajamas I picked out just for her.
I didn’t sit in the backseat next to her, as her nervous daddy guided us safely through the crazy Texas traffic.
There was no laughter. No one took pictures.
But she’s home now and back with her brother where she belongs.