Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

falling in love with me, not my uterus,” I said.

He laughed.

“Romantic and anatomically precise.”

“It worked.”

“I was terrified you would think it was too blunt.”

“I did.”

“You married me anyway.”

“Eventually.”

He took my hand.

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

I looked out over the hills.

“Yes.”

“And?”

“I think it would continue reading …