My husband files for divorce, and my 6-year old son asks the judge: ‘May I show you something that Mom doesn’t know about, Your Honor?’ The judge nodded. When the video started, the entire courtroom froze in silence.

I saved that email without putting it in the court binder.

Some good news deserved to exist just as good news.

One evening he asked if he could keep a photograph of Julian on his desk.

I said yes.

I helped him choose one from a camping trip, where Julian had a smear of marshmallow across his nose.

Noah smiled at it.

I watched him set it beside the camera.

“Do you hate Daddy?” he asked.