I don’t know what our family will look like when Mason, Wyatt, Delilah, and Savannah become adults.

They’ll make choices I can’t imagine yet.

They may grow close to their father, or keep part of their distance, or change their minds more than once.

All of that belongs to them.

What I do know is that the truth no longer needs to hide behind a Christmas invitation, a returned letter, or a carefully arranged family portrait.

My children know who they are.

They know they were wanted.

And whatever else changes, they will never have to earn their place at my table.

That is the Christmas gift I am proudest to give them.