Pinks and yellows fill the sky as the sun sets and I take my wife out on a much needed date. Lexi waves out the window of the Jag at Zoey and Zane as they hang onto Hilda’s legs and whine about getting left behind. The two-year-olds seem to think they must go every time Mommy or Daddy leaves the house.
I reach out and run my hand over Lexi’s large tummy as she’s seven months pregnant now with our next child, a little boy we’re going to name Zakk. She’s pretty stoked to be only carrying one baby this time.