He sighed.

“Babies miss so much good stuff.”

Lucas laughed and offered to buy everyone a cone.

At the shop, Hannah chose mint chocolate chip, which she’d avoided throughout her pregnancy because the smell made her nauseated.

Lucas ordered vanilla.

I chose strawberry, and Mason insisted on a flavor named Galactic Explosion that turned his tongue blue.

Hope slept through the whole outing.

We took a photograph, not for strangers online, but for ourselves.