We sat side by side as the chair lift made its way up the hill. The sun was shining down on us helping to make it an even more perfect day. He pointed out which hill he wanted to try next. He told me what his plan was to conquer the tougher hill and where he struggled on the last run down.

While I was out alone one rare evening, I texted my husband. “How are things?” I typed. He was holding down the fort with our three young daughters and I felt it only right for me to check in.

We all know that our marriage is going to change after we have children.

You, my littlest boy. My happy, cheerful soul. You looked so small to me then, your sunny smile dwarfed by your older brother’s frame. You seemed so young to me then, tagging along with your big brother’s games, the Robin to his Batman, the Anakin to his Obi-Wan.