Finley and I were in the attic of the garage searching for something when she darted over to a pile of things. “Mama!” she squealed, “Look at me right dere when you are holding me!” Her face is alight as she beams at a large photograph, her tiny finger touching the little form in my arms. “Oh, honey, that’s Ave. You are right there,” I said pointing just beyond the figure to my stomach. The picture was taken about 6 weeks after we found out I was pregnant. “You were growing in my belly and I was smiling because we were so excited you were coming!” Finley peered closer at the photograph, “Dat’s not me, dat’s Avery? I was in yours belly?” she asked incredulous.…