Ryan

Two years later…

Flames dance and crackle in our fire pit as we surround it with several couples from our neighborhood. My feet perch on the stone encasing it as my eyes watch the children through the nearby patio doors. With no movement in the portable cribs, I assume the twins are asleep while the older children, scattered on the floor on pillows, enjoy a Disney movie with popcorn. Feeling my eyes upon him, Ian turns away from the movie and waves at me, a big smile upon ...