The frosting was lopsided, but Evelyn clapped her hands as though it was the most beautiful cake she’d ever seen. “It’s lovely, Mommy!” she exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. “Can I put the sprinkles on now?”
“Only if you promise not to eat half of them first, buttercup,” I said, already knowing I’d let her do so anyway. Her wide grin lit up the room, and I couldn’t help but laugh. She was perfect, my perfect little girl.
“Promise,” Evelyn said, holding out her hand with a mischievous grin.
Tara had been with me through everything — from college days to the heartbreaks of miscarriage, and then finally, the joy of adopting Evelyn. She was more than a best friend; she was Evelyn’s honorary aunt. I could hear her humming happily in the other room as she put up the banner that read, “Happy 5th Birthday, Evelyn!” Tara was practically family.
Norton, my husband, was in the living room, helping Evelyn arrange her stuffed animals. “You’re going to give your speech first,” he was saying to Elephant, as Evelyn giggled and responded with a conversation only a child could understand. Tara leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching them both with a fond smile.
I looked at my daughter and my husband, and my heart swelled with love. The room was full of light and joy. But I had to admit, there was something in my chest, a soft pull, a feeling that couldn’t be ignored. I had waited so long for this moment of peace — after the losses, after the pain, after the years of grief. This moment with Evelyn made it all worth it.
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