asked for Daddy at bedtime.
“Daddy throw?”
He wanted that old routine.
Scoop.
Throw.
Shriek.
I tried once.
Nearly dropped him.
He cried.
What kept me moving was knowing seven boys were watching.
They were learning from me how someone survives something like this.
So I survived it.
The same day our divorce became final, Daniel texted me.
Claire and I are getting married next month. We hope the boys can come.
I read it three times.
Then put the phone away and unloaded groceries.
A few days later, Mom
