We chose the fall equinox for our wedding. Neither of us were pagan, of course. Neither were we religious. We just liked the symmetry—as well as choosing a date we both had a prayer of remembering.
I called it parenting fog.
Anthony just ruffled my hair and gave me an indulgent smile.
He never forgot anything, while I struggled sometimes. My anxiety remained at bay, though. I’d had two episodes in the past nine months—both triggered by troubles with the kids. Both resolved with some TLC from my husband and reassurances from Dr. Coral that the twins were fine. I worried too much. I knew I worried too much. And yet, sometimes, I couldn’t help myself. I still worried that I’d do something or say something that would f**k them up for life.
He I’d heard of the terrible twos.
Nothing could’
