After 6 miscarriages, my wife finally gave birth to the daughter we prayed for — 18 years later, she sobbed, “Dad, you have no idea what Mom did”

eighteen.

Camille planned the party for weeks.

There were strings of lights across the backyard, food for far too many people, and photographs of Avery from every year of her life clipped along the fence.

I spent most of the morning moving tables while Camille decorated a cake large enough to feed our entire street.

Avery had been cheerful at breakfast.continue reading …