Oh my heart!

Tonight as I was sitting here on the computer trying to get some work done, Claire was playing behind me and just chattering up a storm! She had all her toys out and was arranging them on the floor. All of a sudden, amid the babbling, I heard:

"Ma ma, da da, ma-uh." 

Ma-uh is the way she says Matthew. She can say his name better than her own. She's learned who he is and loves to look at pictures of him and kiss them. I always tell her that he's her little brother, but that he had a sick heart and went to see Jesus. I have no clue when she'll understand what this means, but I want her to never remember a day that she didn't know she had a little brother. It breaks my heart that she'll never remember him, but I love it that she knows who he is.