Laura
It had been months since Stephen and I discussed my summer trip to Pennsylvania with Evan. The thought of being away from my husband for that long was unsettling, and I knew his concerns about his mother’s unchanging nature were valid.
We eventually settled on a compromise: I would visit for two weekends in the fall to enjoy the festivals. I still couldn’t believe my little baby would soon be 11 months old. This trip would be a wonderful way for him to celebrate approaching his first birthday.
As I packed my bags for the getaway, Stephen came up behind me and slipped something into my suitcase.
“What was that?” I asked, turning to face him.
“Just something for you,” he replied with a grin.
I raised an eyebrow. “I saw something black and lacy. Are you trying to tell me something
