The Wildings of Willow Street

"Remember this one?" he said, flipping to a picture of the whole family, Tucker included, sitting in front of the backyard rocket from Charlie's seventh birthday redo.

"Best party ever," Charlie declared, earning laughs from everyone.

Max pointed to a photo of Zoe at her soccer game with Tucker on the field. "Still can't believe the dog got more cheers than we did."

"And don't forget the science fair," Mia chimed in. "Charlie's volcano might still be in the kitchen, somewhere."

The stories poured out, one after another, each memory a thread in the tapestry of their family's life. It was messy, loud, and imperfect-but it was perfect for them.

As dessert was served, Claire and David looked around at the bustling room. The kids they'd raised had grown into amazing adults, each carrying a piece of the Wilding spirit with them. And though life on Willow Street had changed, the heart of the house-the love, the chaos, and the laughter-remained the same.

In that moment, Claire realized the truth: The Wildings of Willow Street was not just a story about their family-it was a story about home.