My husband left me alone with our 6-month-old twins for a fishing trip with his friends — he came home smiling, but his smile vanished the moment he opened the door

about it.

“Twice.”

Bethany’s face changed.

And once I started talking, I couldn’t stop.

I told her about Trevor complaining when dinner was late.

About him sleeping through both babies crying because he had work.

About canceling my doctor’s appointment because he couldn’t leave the office early enough to watch them.

About how I had learned to carry both girls continue reading …