“Do you have anything to protect the iPad in case someone drops it?” I asked. Nova wasn’t clumsy, but even I dropped things at least once a day. I didn’t want her to drop and break the iPad. Then I wouldn’t be able to see her the way I planned on doing every day.

“Sure, little dude. Let me show you a few different ones.” He motioned us toward the back wall, where they had a huge selection to choose from.

Taking Nova’s hand, I followed him over to the display. “What color do you like the most, Nova?”

Her eyes went straight to a neon-pink case. “That one!”

I picked it up, reading all the details listed on the box. “Is it the best?” I finally asked the sales associate. “If she drops it, will it keep it from breaking?”

“She can drop it, run over it with a car, or throw it in a full bathtub, and it will be safe. This thing will protect it from everything but fire.”

“Perfect.” I frowned, trying to remember everything I needed. “What about cell service? Can I get that on there too? Or is it only through Wi-Fi?”

“You can get a hotspot for it,” he told me. “You sure you’re only nine, kid?”

“I’ll be nine in two days,” I repeated. “Tell me how the hotspot works so I can teach her how to use it. She’s only three.”

I had a dozen more questions, but the guy answered them all before finally scanning all the items. He gave us the total, and Mom swiped her black credit card. I was handed the bag, which I gave to one of our guards as soon as we were out of the store. I kept my other hand wrapped around Nova’s. We stopped for ice cream, and then I took her to the Build-A-Bear shop.

“Whatever one you want, you can have,” I told her.

“I don’t want one if you don’t get one,” she told me with a pout.

“Okay, I’ll get one too. Pick one out for me.” She decided on a yellowish teddy bear for me that reminded me of her hair and then a tie-dye bunny for herself. As we waited for them to be stuffed—after Nova gave them a bath and brushed their fur—I recorded a message to put in hers. “Now I can always tell you goodnight before you fall asleep.”

“I wanna do it too,” she said, picking up a heart-shaped box. The sales associate helped her record her message. “Goodnight, Ryan! I love you bunches and bunches and bunches and bunches!”

Mom and the saleswoman laughed, but all I could do was stand there and try to catch my breath. She loved me. That was good, because I loved her too. How could anyone ever meet Nova and not love her? It was impossible.

Nova took the box once the recording was complete, hugged it to her chest, then kissed it before placing it into the bear. It was sewn shut, and then she rushed to find an outfit for our new stuffed toys.