It felt as if the whole town and half of New Jersey was there.
Mark sat on the porch, cradling Lotte and Jason’s little Wren in his arms. The baby was almost a year old and loved “Uncle Mark” a lot. In fact, when Joey had wanted his mother to go with him to play with Kaos and Padraig’s dogs, Lotte had plopped Wren on his lap and told him to “sleepify the baby.”
There was a soccer game going on to one side of the backyard with everyone playing as hard as they dared without actually hurting anyone.
The dogs were running after a Frisbee Joey was throwing with Lotte and Emil’s patient instructions.
There were so many people running around or sitting in the shade or preparing food that it made Mark’s head spin a little.
To have Wren snuffling in the crook of his arm and knowing that each a
