“That’s Michaela on the sofa—always on her phone.” Marnie gives me a conspiratorial look as if I’m intimately familiar with the relationship between the teenage progeny of my husband and their phones. “Then that’s Deacon eating the ice cream. Ember is the one making snow angels on the carpet. Royce is the one spinning around in a circle. Ayah is the one who is—Ayah, stop writing on the wall! And then over on the dining table are Shyleigh and Skyla. And then this one on my hip is little Arlo.”
