I lost my wife the day our triplets were born—ten years later, we found a box on our porch labeled, “To my beautiful daughters. Love, Mom.”

and laughing about it, said the babies had taken over her entire body and probably half her brain.”

I almost smiled.

That sounded like her.

“She was enormous and laughing.”

“She asked me something strange,” June continued. “She said, ‘If one of my girls ever needs a reason to love books, will you help her find one?’”

I looked toward the children’s corner,continue reading …