Last month, Noah and I flew down to Florida with our 18-month-old twins, Ella and Jacob, for their long-awaited “grandparent visit.” My father-in-law lives for those kids — he FaceTimes nearly every night just to watch them babble. Chaos at the airport: strollers jamming, car seats dragging, diaper bags slipping off my shoulders. I was already drenched in sweat before security. Just as we finally made it to the gate, Noah leaned over and said he had to “check something real quick.” Moments later

Last month, Noah and I flew down to Florida with our 18-month-old twins, Ella and Jacob, for their long-awaited “grandparent visit.” My father-in-law lives for those kids — he FaceTimes nearly every night just to watch them babble. Chaos at the airport: strollers jamming, car seats dragging, diaper bags slipping off my shoulders. I was already drenched in sweat before security. Just as we finally made it to the gate, Noah leaned over and said he had to “check something real quick.” Moments later

Last month, Noah and I flew down to Florida with our 18-month-old twins, Ella and Jacob, for their long-awaited “grandparent visit.” My father-in-law lives for those kids — he FaceTimes nearly every night just to watch them babble. Chaos at the airport: strollers jamming, car seats dragging, diaper bags slipping off my shoulders. I was already drenched in sweat before security. Just as we finally made it to the gate, Noah leaned over and said he had to “check something real quick.” Moments later