Dawson made a ridiculous face until he laughed.

I stood beside Jenna, watching the two of them.

“Who would have thought he’d be so good with babies?” I asked.

“He listens,” she said simply.

It occurred to me that was the quality we’d been missing all along.

PART 34

At the first holiday season after Wesley’s birth, I found myself standing in a store aisle surrounded by greeting cards.

One display was labeled For Mom, with messages about unconditional love and never-ending gratitude.