DAVID
I’m nervous to meet my kids. More nervous than the first time I played in front of a sold-out crowd. More nervous than when I sang for my record deal.
I’m holding the two toys Ivy assured me they would love, though toys are very different now for sure.
Ivy opens the door, and I hear footsteps and two little voices. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” Ivy bends down and scoops them both into her arms and holds one on each hip. I see Brian beside me.
“Adam, Clara, there is someone I want you to meet.” Ivy turns to me.
I watch Adam’s eyes light up as he reaches for me. “Daddy!” he yells, and Clara screams and reaches for me too. With tears in my eyes, I pick them up and hold them both just like Ivy was, and she takes my photo, then comes to my side and holds the phone out to Brian.
“We need ou
