There are days that divide life into “before” and “after.” For us, it was the day my husband missed a call he should have answered. What followed tested us, humbled us, and ultimately reshaped the way we love each other.
He had turned off his phone for what he thought was a harmless reason. We’d argued the night before, and he felt we both needed space. What he didn’t consider — or perhaps tried to avoid thinking about — was that I was nearing my due date.
