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

removed the mitten.

Tristan took a gentle breath.

Nancy held Willow’s hand in the sunlight.

“She’s perfect.”

I smiled through my tears. “Yes, that’s true.”

A few minutes later, when we got back, Nancy hadn’t put the mitten back on.

People noticed, of course.

Oren saw it first. His eyes widened, then his gaze softened.

“Well,” he said, leaning towards Willow,continue reading …