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”

She followed me around the yard with a plastic shovel when she was four. At seven, she informed everyone that she was going to become a veterinarian, an astronaut, and a bakery owner because she saw no reason she couldn’t do all three.

At thirteen, she stopped hugging me in front of her friends but still knocked on my bedroom door when thunderstorms continue reading …