A stroller sat alone, no house nearby. My concern grew as I approached and found two infant girls bundled inside, breathing softly in the cold. I called for help immediately and stayed until authorities arrived, certain the moment would fade once they were safe. It didn’t.
That evening, I told Steven I couldn’t stop thinking about the twins—about their future and the fear they might be separated. Instead of hesitation, he offered quiet support. “If your heart is calling you, let’s try,” he said. What followed was a long process of interviews, inspections, and paperwork. Then came the news that the girls were deaf and would need extra care. We didn’t waver. The challenges mattered less than giving them a loving, permanent home.
By their teenage years, they combined their talents to create adaptive clothing ideas for children with disabilities. Earlier this year, a children’s clothing company discovered their work and offered a real contract—bringing financial security we never imagined. As the girls hugged me through happy tears, I understood the truth: I didn’t save them that morning. They saved me, too.
