Our Daughter Had a Twin Sister We Never Told Her About—On Her 18th Birthday, My Husband Brought Out a Chest He’d Been Building for 18 Years

Profound.

Yes.

It was.

But if I could speak to the younger version of us standing beside those dismantled crib rails, I would not tell Arthur:

Build something for eighteen years.

I would tell us:

Say her name.

Not constantly.