A year has passed since that day. We are now a family of four—imperfect, tired, and deeply connected. Josh is older in ways no calendar could measure, and the twins are thriving, filling our home with noise and movement. Some dreams have changed, and sacrifices were made, but none of them feel wasted. When I see my son asleep on the floor between two cribs, tiny hands wrapped around his fingers, I understand the truth. He didn’t just bring those babies home—he chose love over fear. And in doing so, he didn’t only save them. He showed me what family truly means.
