There is a difference between believing something is true and needing it to be true. Our son's diagnosis forced us into that space. It became the beginning of a deeper kind of grief, a deeper kind of faith, and the long process of learning to hold both hope and heartbreak in the same hands.

Some phone calls divide your life into a before and an after. Ours came on an ordinary December afternoon, from a number we almost didn't answer. I now realize the diagnosis wasn't just the end of one chapter—it was the beginning of a story we never could have imagined.

Sometimes life changes all at once. Other times, it changes so gradually you don't realize you've stepped onto a different road until you look back. This is the story of the ordinary moments that led our family onto the road less traveled.