A Quiet Life

SIENNA

Fast forward six months and the morning sun is coming in through the lace curtains of our cottage kitchen table back in rural Ireland, as I sit feeding three-year-old Orion his breakfast. They are already so big—from when they were tiny babies in New York. Orion has dark hair that is nearly curling just like his father's, and Vesper has the happiest, most contagious giggle that you could he