My husband left for a vacation just days before my scheduled C-section with our twins—but when he finally came back, his knees were trembling.

cloths, bottle brushes, formula, tiny sleepers, baby lotion, a digital thermometer, my medication schedule. And sitting neatly on top… a luggage tag.

DAD ON DUTY

Trevor looked at me.

“What is this?”

“The right destination,” I said.

Nobody smiled.

For the next week, Trevor finally took the vacation he’d postponed. Only this package looked a little different.continue reading …