After years of waiting and hoping, God finally answered my prayers. I stood in a backyard filled with flowers, family, and the baby I’d almost stopped believing in. Then my mother-in-law raised her glass, insulted me at my own baby shower, and my mother reached for one final envelope.
The baby kicked while my mother was pinning tiny white roses to the archway. I pressed both hands to my stomach and laughed.
“Mom, come here.”
Mom dropped the ribbon between her teeth and hurried across the grass.
My mother-in-law insulted me at my own baby shower.
“Again?” she beamed.
“Right here.”
She placed her palm against the side of my belly. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then a small heel, or maybe an elbow, pushed back against her hand.
