I just spent about 45 minutes reading books to Finn on the couch in the new room, her head nestled in front of my shoulder, warm hands wrapped around my arm. We looked at the Butter Battle Book, discussed its ambiguous ending, then Cyrus the Unsinkable Sea Serpent, and finally a newer book called Lucia and the Light. Now she’s in bed next door, singing songs to herself as Mama and I lie under warm blankets, waiting for her to drift off to sleep.