At four in the afternoon I heard the metal screech of a wooden drawer sliding open in the garage.

I went through the little utility room and opened the heavy fireproof side door.

David was standing at his old wooden workbench, carefully looking over a pair of shiny brass drawer pulls he’d bought two months earlier for the crib drawers.

“The wooden crib rails need a little light sanding before we paint them white,” he said without looking up from his work.

He wiped his hands on a blue shop rag and laid it neatly beside a red bottle of wood glue.