He cooked dinner when I worked late, warmed my side of the bed during winter, and never forgot an anniversary. He had wanted children from the first year of our marriage.
“Not just one,” he often said. “I want a noisy house. Three or four kids running everywhere.”
I used to laugh.
“You say that now. Wait until you have to change diapers.”
“I’ll change more than you,” he promised. “We’ll do everything together.”
When the doctor told us I was carrying triplets, Gareth cried.
He held my hand through every appointment and told anyone who would listen that he was ready. At our baby shower, his two closest friends, Colby and Jensen, gave him a navy shirt that read:
TRIPLE-DUTY DAD
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