There are moments in life when reality fractures so suddenly, so violently, that your brain refuses to accept what’s happening even while your eyes are watching it unfold.
For me, that moment began in my parents’ kitchen with a paper plate of cake in my hand and a room full of smiling relatives celebrating something that should have been one of the happiest announcements of my life.
My husband Daniel had just wrapped an arm around my shoulders and said the words we’d both been dying to say.
“We’re having a boy.”
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