Laura
Motherhood had taught me something no one ever warned me about.
The house could be filled with noise one second and become almost eerily quiet the next.
A half hour ago, Evan had been racing around the living room with his favorite stuffed elephant tucked under one arm, laughing every time I chased him. Now he was asleep upstairs, his nap interrupted only by the occasional sleepy sigh drifting through the baby monitor resting beside me on the kitchen island.
I smiled to myself as I rubbed my stomach.
“You’ve got a wild big brother,” I whispered. “I hope you’re ready.”
I still couldn’t believe I was pregnant again.
Every now and then I caught myself grinning for absolutely no reason. Then reality would creep back in and remind me that our family was celebrating while Samuel was
