checking bags, searching for gloves, and gently arguing over who would sit closest to the helicopter window.
Parker was the oldest by eleven minutes.
He loved reminding everyone of that.
Miles had been born seven minutes after him and considered the difference completely meaningless.
Then came Audrey.
And finally, Willa.
Two boys.
Two girls.
Four eight-year-old children who had entered my life on the same remarkable day.
Quadruplets.
When Conrad left me, even I did not yet know there were four babies.
Those first weeks had been confusing and overwhelming.
