“Mama!” Ava cries, though she makes no attempt to reach for Paige. Her brother, on the other hand, practically jumps from Ilya’s arms into Paige’s. He’s a mama’s boy to the core. She laughs and kisses his brown hair. It’s lighter than mine, but our eyes are almost identical. It’s uncanny. “Are you ready for cake, Ant?” He nods excitedly and licks his plump lips. I’m doing the same, albeit for very different reasons. My wife is wearing a simple white dress that hugs her curves. Her body has changed after having children—but in all of the right ways. She sees stretch marks and scars—I see
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