For most of my life, I believed our little family could have stepped right out of a Hallmark movie. Hayden, my husband, still slips love notes into my coffee mug even after twelve years of marriage. Our daughter, Mya, asks the kind of questions that turn ordinary moments into little epiphanies—questions about stars, reindeer, and why sandwiches are far superior to plain carrots. Life, with all its imperfections, felt magical because of them.
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