I knew our daughter.
That smile on Ethel’s face meant someone was about to learn something.
Then she started typing.
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My wife and I were both 35 when we finally had Ethel.
We’d spent years trying.
Doctor visits. Tests. Tears.
So when she was born, I thought we’d finally gotten our miracle.
I remember holding her in the hospital and thinking I’d never been that scared or that happy in my life.
We’d spent years trying.