For years, my wife bl@med me for giving her five sons and no daughters — but when she finally gave birth to the little girl she’d always dreamed of and held her for the first time, her reaction completely stunned me.

said with a sigh one Sunday, sorting through a mountain of tiny striped socks. “Somehow, this has to be your fault.”

“You always say that.”

“Because it keeps being true.

Our oldest was ten, our youngest was two, with three other boys filling the years between.

“I only wanted one,” she told me once, in the darkness, after our fifth son arrived. “Just one continue reading …