"I take pictures of Oliver all the time," I say with a laugh, because even though I see him every day, I like to capture those memories of us. It's so easy to do with a phone, to snap a photo and have it right there in your pocket forever, and I haven't gotten over the novelty.

I laugh outright at Jamie's mischievous little grin, because I know exactly what such a smile would mean on my own face. "Very sneaky," I tell him. "You two are very sweet."

After ruffling Jamie's hair, I twist around to look through the window. From this angle I can see Eddie's foot hanging off of the sofa, and Oliver is still nowhere to be seen. "I wonder if they'll sleep all day. Perhaps we wore them out."