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

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Willow.

It was Nancy who had chosen that name, and at the time, I thought it was magnificent. Sweet. Tender. A name that evoked something that bends in the wind without ever breaking.

I brought flowers to the hospital that afternoon.

Pale yellow tulips, because Nancy had once said she liked them. I also brought a soft white blanket that I had knitted continue reading …