My DIL spent over $3,000 on a huge gender reveal party. When pink balloons dropped from the ceiling, I instantly jumped up to hug my son.
“We’re having a baby girl!”, I shouted.
“You stole our moment!” my DIL snapped angrily. I stayed silent.

Later, as everyone sat down to eat, my DIL suddenly burst into tears because she noticed, next to her seat, the gift I had bought for her.

It was a baby blanket, an exact replica of the one she had as a child. Months ago, she had casually mentioned how much she loved it and how sad she was that it had been lost over the years.

I had spent so much time searching for the exact same pattern and material, wanting to surprise her with something meaningful.