After Three Sons, My Husband Put A Baby Girl In My Arms — I Cried With Joy Until The Doctor Asked To Speak To Me Alone
**There’s a shoebox in the back of my closet in Painesville, Ohio, that has moved with me four times.** It has lived in three different attics, one storage unit off Route 20, and the trunk of a Buick that finally gave up in 1998. Through every move, every house, every argument about what to keep…