Emily stayed with me for weeks. We prepared the nursery, laughed again, argued over crib mobiles. When her husband Liam visited, the house finally felt warm.
Now I drive up often to help however I can. The guest room is always ready.
And every time I pass that hallway, I remember how close I came to missing the truth.
Because family isn’t about paperwork or appearances.
It’s about who shows up with love.
And that’s what truly matters.
