The Surprise I Never Expected
A month later, another surprise arrived.
The twins took me out to dinner. Halfway through the meal, Mason slid an envelope across the table.
I laughed.
“Should I be worried?”
“Open it.”
Inside was a travel brochure.
Italy.
My jaw dropped.
“I don’t understand.”
Noah grinned.
“You once told us you always wanted to go to Italy.”
I barely remembered saying that — it must have been more than a decade earlier.
“We remembered,” Mason said.
Of course they did.
The trip was already paid for. Every detail arranged — flights, hotels, tours, everything.
For the first time in nearly two decades, I was being encouraged to think about myself.
And strangely, it felt uncomfortable.
It also felt wonderful.
