She didn’t know they came from him, but I was still grateful that he cared enough to do things for her before they’d even met.
The night they were finally supposed to meet, I made an apple pie and set the table for dinner.
I put my daughter in a pretty blue sundress and braided her hair into two adorable braids.
Around 7 p.m., I heard a knock at the door, and I immediately felt excited.
I’d been telling my daughter about Stephen all day—how nice he was, how generous he had been, and how some of the toys and furniture she loved had actually come from him.
So, naturally, I’d spent the entire day hyping him up.
By the time the doorbell rang, she was practically bouncing off the walls.
She jumped off the couch and rushed toward the door, excited to finally meet this Santa Claus of a man she’d been hearing about all day.
