Trent
When we got back to the hotel from our glorious night out together, Jeremiah and Isaiah were up waiting for us. They had a full arrangement of games displayed across the kitchen table for us.
“Dad, do you want to play?” Jeremiah asked. That little boy was the spitting image of his mom. The older he got, the more he resembled her. I could never be thankful enough that Chloe had blessed me with the most understanding children in the world.
I looked over at Payton, who smiled excitedly. “You like board games?”
“Yes!” Her voice was sincere and not overplaying it because of the kids. “I used to love playing board games growing up. Most of the time
