Labor Day Weekend 2005Lake George, New York We were camping. Briar was two weeks shy of her first birthday and my sister was in town. I’d known for about a week, but hadn’t known known until that afternoon. I remember the pads of my fingers slipping under my shirt, they hovered over my belly button. I smiled. Briar had staked her claim upon this part of my body, tracing with her fingers as she nursed, rubbing my belly as she filled her own. Then past the waistband of my pants, I caressed my abdomen, a feeling of intimacy already present, a life was growing inside of me. Avery. Sean and I had talked about wanting another child. Briar had surprised us, not in the…