I am an only, adopted child. I knew one day I’d have children, but if pressed, I wasn’t sure when. If you asked my parents, they would’ve said, “Michelle just isn’t going down that road.”
I thought we’d have one child, maybe two? I didn’t know if I could even bear the thought of two.
I knew nothing about having siblings. How do you handle fights or the competition? I wasn’t sure how many souls would fill our family.
But the best gift I ever gave my daughter was her little brother.
Riley was born exactly two and a half years after Avery. His name was supposed to be Nalu, but he didn’t look like a Hawaiian wave. We hemmed and hawed and finally decided on Riley. It was the moment when we left the hospital that I turned to my husband and said, “It’s a unisex name just like Avery, and ends in …