This isn’t just true in my memories, this is true for my daughter as well.
This morning she was playing the with shells and she told me there was a mommy shell, a baby shell, and a daddy shell. She has started doing the same with her stuffed animals and rubber duckies. She will always tell me which one is the mama, the daddy, and the baby. And unless it’s a photo of just two things, she always includes a daddy.
She is a blessed child. Her family includes a mama, dada, and baby ZZ. His death changed a lot of things, but it didn’t change that.
She knows he isn’t with us still, but that doesn’t change the fact that our family has a mama, a daddy, and a baby.
And just to finish off all the fun right after she put these shells on my leg she put the baby seashell in her pajamas and said the baby was in her tummy :).