It became a regular occurrence after work.
I would drive home, up our street and turn into the driveway. Glancing at the front door.
There they were, waiting for me like an eager pet was a nameless, smiling toddler.
Not a real one, mind you, but the mascot on each box of Huggies.
In the days leading up to Kayla’s
shower party several gifts began arriving early. Many of them being diapers. A slow trickle at first, then more and more.