I’ll never forget the Christmas I almost walked out on my marriage—only to walk into a miracle.
When Shawn invented a fake business trip, I assumed the worst. The motel keycard in my hand felt like a ticket to heartbreak as I rode the elevator to Room 412.
But behind that door wasn’t another woman—it was my childhood.
There sat my father, older now and in a wheelchair, but with the same smile that had tucked me in at night. Shawn had orchestrated it all—tracking him down after my mother’s death, flying him across states, hiding him until Christmas morning.
As we shared stories and laughter that night, I realized something: love isn’t just about trust. Sometimes, it’s about having faith enough to be surprised. And that Christmas, I received the greatest surprise of all—my past, my present, and my future, all together at last.
