When I reflect on the most life-changing moments, I always come back to the day my fourteen-year-old daughter came home pushing an old, worn stroller. At first, I thought she had found some forgotten toys. But when I looked closer, everything changed. Inside were two tiny, fragile newborn babies wrapped in a blanket. That moment marked the start of a journey that would transform our family in ways I never could have imagined.
Savannah, my only child at the time, had always dreamed of being a big sister. For years, she quietly prayed at night, hoping for a sibling to love and care for. My husband Mark and I had faced heartbreak trying to grow our family, but Savannah’s faith never wavered. She believed with all her heart that one day her wish would come true.
We weren’t wealthy. Mark worked maintenance at the community college, and I taught art classes at the local recreation center. Our home was full of love but not much else. Still, Savannah’s optimism and joy kept us going. That autumn day, when she appeared with the stroller, it felt as if her dream had come to life in the most unexpected way.
