“Autumn comes quietly to wed the countryside. The maples all down the lane blush and silently disrobe. I make beds, smooth out sheets.”—Ann Voskamp Autumn darkens quietly as we enter December and my fortieth year comes to a close. A year ago I carried a secret within me, one that has delighted us and changed our lives forever in deep, profound ways. He remained a secret until my birthday, and the anniversary of this discovery is this week. My Solomon. The sweetest gift from the Holy One, my kind and loving heavenly Father.