When Evan and I brought our newborn daughter, Grace, home from the hospital, we were filled with excitement to introduce her to the nursery we had lovingly prepared. But the moment we opened the door, my heart sank.
The soft sage green walls we had painted together were now a harsh navy blue, the cheerful curtains were replaced with heavy drapes, and my late mother’s cherished crib lay dismantled on the floor. My mother’s hand-sewn blankets, filled with love and memories, were gone. Standing there was Evan’s mother, Patricia, smiling proudly at the changes she had made.
