Pink, cream, pale sage green, and tiny blue stars, because my daughter Lauren once said no baby should have to sleep in a room that looked like bubblegum. In one corner, I embroidered the same words my own mother embroidered on my blanket in 1987: You are loved before you arrive.
I never told anyone how long it took. Not Lauren, not her husband, not even my sister. I wanted the gift to arrive quietly and completely, the way true love usually does.
