We had a baby. It was broken. We were both surprised to see that it looked just like you, even the broken part. We realized then that you had been split open for years, spilling your contents onto the rug and hardwood. I remembered the rug was green at some point, it wasn’t always brown and slick like the baby had been but wasn’t anymore. When you love something, you love it regardless. I am handy with a mop and bucket. I am handy with a sponge. I am good at being not quite enough. I am good at going and going and persistently recalibrating my understanding of what’s been accomplished.