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

softly, but her hands tightened on the stroller handle.

“Oh, we’re not letting her be passed from arm to arm yet,” she said.

For now.

That was the word she kept repeating.

But this “for now” never had an end.

At first, we all thought she was just a slightly anxious new mom.

But months passed, and the rules never changed.

And then there were those pink mittens continue reading …