My son’s wife had always refused to let anyone hold their baby—until the day of my birthday party.

the stroller.

“She’s overexcited,” she said quickly.

Oren blinked, then glanced at me across the table. I looked away because I didn’t want him to see my embarrassment.

My neighbor Jessa, who had known Tristan since he was seven, brought a handmade stuffed rabbit for Willow and asked if she could take a little picture with her in her arms.

Nancy laughed continue reading …