Lauren
If you had told me, just a few years ago, that I’d be spending a crisp afternoon at the foot of a freezing ski hill, watching my kids tumble over and over in the snow—one my long lost child— laughing through the cold with their father, I would have called you crazy.
But here we were.
Abigail, full of energy and excitement, barely able to stand without toppling over, was grinning up at her father as he scooped her into his arms again. The cold air had no hold on her; her cheeks were bright pink, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Alexander, usually the one with the reserved, stoic demeanor, was full of laughter, tossing Abigail in the air only to catch her with that same effortless ease that made everything seem possible.
Every time she asked, “Again, Daddy!” he obliged, and it was
