Wyatt proposed moving the refrigerator first because, he argued, it was the most important member of the family.

We eventually chose a home in Brooklyn near the boys’ school rather than moving everyone into my old estate.

It had enough space for noise, a small yard for Pepper, and an attic room Lauren turned into a studio.

I kept my office separate.

We moved slowly, bringing the boys over on weekends before making the change permanent.

The first night, Lauren and I stood among half-open boxes listening to the four of them argue about who had the better view of the street.

She leaned her head on my shoulder.