My Mother Called Me “Damaged Goods” at My Sister’s Baby Shower—Then My Five Children Walked Through the Door

The same sunlight warmed our faces.

“You once told me you were falling in love with me.”

Nathan smiled.

“Sounds like me.”

“Then you said it wasn’t my uterus.”

He laughed so hard tourists stared.

“Very romantic.”

“It worked.”

His hand found mine.

“Do you ever wonder what life would have looked like if it had just been us?”

I thought about it carefully.

Then smiled.continue reading …