Whenever we get a significant jump in followers, the same question comes up. “How Did You Become a Widower” or “single dad” or “did you have kids with wife?” So here is the story… I became a widower—and had seven days to decide whether I would become a single father of three. My husband, Tim, died suddenly from a heart attack in his sleep while away on a business trip. Our son, Avery, was only eight months old, and our surrogate was eleven weeks pregnant with twins. In the middle of grieving my husband, I had to make an impossible decision about the future of our family. On the morning of Tim’s funeral, I woke up in the dark and thought: Avery just lost his father. If something happens to me, I don’t want him to be alone in this world. That day, during Tim’s eulogy, I told nearly everyone for the first time that our family was still growing—and that twins were coming. I would never judge anyone who made a different decision. But for me, continuing that pregnancy became the best de...