When we found out we were expecting our fourth child, my husband Mason was thrilled—or so I thought. He insisted on planning a big gender reveal party, something we’d never done before. I believed it was his way of reconnecting with our family. Looking back now, it was actually the moment he made a choice none of us saw coming.
We had three wonderful daughters: Olivia, creative and thoughtful. Lyla, full of energy and affection. And Everly, not even two, already speaking in full, delightful sentences. Our home was noisy, messy, and filled with love.
