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I glance at the babyokay But all is silent on that front

“Mom?” Miracle murmurs

I s

Whereas her brothers have their father’s black hair – well, black before it turned to snow – Miracle is like a miniature version of me Except I think she has Kenny’s eyes…

My heart soars, even er of a non-profit organization, engaged to the loveliest woinable

Mom and dad, if you could see us now

“He’s letting us get all excited,” I smile “Don’t worry”

“He’s never been late before”

“That’s because we have so special planned this year”

Miracle’s eyes widen and she ot a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye as she looks up ather voice

“What, like a surprise?”

“Yep”

“Moot to tell me Please”

I giggle, but of course, she’s not going to quit I’rows up, like her dad, or , it’s io

In the background, one of s plays Miracle and the boys insisted on it It’s one ofaround Christmas time, and pride whelms up inside of me each time I hear it

I’m about to tell Miracle the surprise, but then the sound of jingling bells comes from the front of the house

The boys leap to their feet and sprint over to the , yelling in excitement

I follow after theht of h, with four horses pawing at the snowy ground They have antlers attached to their heads, all huhly to make sure

Nick s, love blossoe hovers between us, dancing in the snow laced air

Each Christmas will always be more special than the last