Daniel believed his life was perfect—he had a loving wife, a newborn daughter, and was about to celebrate Brittany’s baptism. But during the ceremony, when the priest held their baby, his joy faded. “This is impossible,” he whispered, sending a chill through the church. At that moment, Daniel’s world began to unravel.

As I stood by the nursery window, watching the soft morning light filter through the curtains and bathe Brittany’s crib in a warm glow, I smiled. Everything I had ever dreamed of was right there—my baby girl, sleeping so peacefully. I felt like the luckiest man alive. She was perfect, my little miracle.

For years, I wondered if I’d ever get here—married, a father, living in the house I helped design. It felt so distant when I first met Nadine in college, sitting outside the library with her sketchbook, completely absorbed in her work. From that moment, I knew she would be special in my life.