My fiancée, Jenna, loved planning. She had a talent for it, honestly. She made lists. She saved ideas. She liked to talk about the kind of home we would have and the kind of family we would build.
My mom, Naomi, texted me all the time. Small things. Grocery reminders. Questions about dinner plans. Updates on my twin sisters, Lily and Maya, who were ten and still believed birthdays were a big deal.
