But before I could, I woke to the sound of pure laughter—Emma’s laughter.
I ran to her room and found the girls in playful costumes, putting on a makeshift show for Emma, who was giggling like I hadn’t seen in months. That moment reminded me of what joy looked like—and how healing it could be.
From that day forward, Willow and Isabelle became a part of our lives. They filled our days with laughter, games, and imagination. They transformed our home into a world of creativity and hope. On Christmas Eve, they even crowned Emma “Queen of the Magical Forest,” wrapping her in tinsel and joy.
That night, watching the three of them curled up near the tree, I knew deep in my heart—they belonged with us.
The adoption process took time, patience, and a lot of paperwork, but love made everything worth it. Today, our family of four is stronger, fuller, and filled with laughter once again. Emma’s health is improving, and the twins bring light into every room they enter.
Looking back, I know Max led me to that snowy trail, but it was kindness that led us home.