AARON

The park was quiet this early in the morning. Noah pushed the stroller with Warner in it, and Ben ran up the path ahead of us. We’d brought the kids to the park so that Ava could sleep in and have a girl’s day where she could focus on herself apart from being a mom.

Warner kicked his chubby little legs and waved his favorite toy, babbling happily as if he were part of the men’s conversation.

“I contacted that agency,” I said to Noah. “The one my mom was ...