After 3 Boys, We Gave Up Our Dream of a Daughter—Then My Husband Called Me to the Hospital and Said, “There’s a Baby Here”

A packet of burp cloths.

A pair of socks I’d forgotten existed.

I picked up the hat.

For four years, I’d thought the box represented something unhealthy.

Proof Marcus could not let go.

Now I understood it differently.

He had let go of asking me to risk another pregnancy.

He had not let go of tenderness.