It was just after one in the morning when little Theo Bennett appeared at the sliding doors of St. Catherine’s Hospital in Vermont. The wind howled outside, carrying snow that swirled in icy clouds against the bright glass. Theo was tiny for his age—maybe seven—and his bare feet left wet, smeared footprints on the hospital floor as he stepped inside. In his arms, he held a baby wrapped in a thin yellow blanket, the edges frayed and stained. The baby stirred weakly, a faint whimper escaping her lips. A blast

I never imagined that my very first Thanksgiving as a married woman would turn into a story my family would repeat for years, laughing every single time. Honestly, I thought it would be a calm, perfect, Instagram-worthy holiday. But instead? A golden turkey, our goofy dog Bella, and one panicked decision from my husband created a Thanksgiving legend. Love is funny like that — it surprises you when you least expect it. Mark and I had been married for eight months, and I wanted our first Thanksgiving together to be