Holiday to Remember [Love Inspired Series]

"Mom, are you even listening to me?""Sure I am, kid." Debra Cunningham Watson was too busy navigating her SUV down the small Virginia town's unfamiliar and icy streets to do more than shoot a quick glance in her thirteen-year-old daughter's direction. "I'm just trying not to crash into the car in front of us."Did they have to hit the noon-hour rush? Things had not been going according to plan for this entire trip, which was why they were running late. The long line of slow-moving traffic through the town's main street didn't help. Nor did the knowledge that the appointment she had to keep was a personal one--meeting with Ben Cavanaugh, the half brother she didn't know she had until six months ago. Talk about being thrown for a loop. She still couldn't quite believe it."Mom, aren't the decorations awesome?"Mia was at the age where everything was either awesome or tragic. Since the line of cars ahead of her had stopped inching forward due to a red light, Debra relaxed back into the leather seat, took her eyes from the road and considered her daughter. Talk about high hopes. Meeting her cousins from Ben's side of the family, along with his wife, her new aunt, was about all Mia could talk about during the morning-long drive on wintry roads from their home near Baltimore.Mia leaned against the restraint of her seat belt to point across the dash. "Is that like the biggest Christmas tree ever? They're using the fire truck's ladder. Look!""So I see." Debra hadn't noticed, she'd been too busy stressing over the compact snow and ice on the road. But since the traffic was still stopped, she took a moment to scan up the street, where two city workers were mounting Christmas lights in the shapes of giant candy canes and Christmas stars and silver bells on the utility poles.Beyond the block of quaint shop-lined street, she spotted a city park, where snow blanketed a stretch of grass and mantled picture-perfect evergreens. In the center of the square was an enormous spruce, probably as old as the town itself, long graceful boughs holding up strings of fat, lit bulbs. What would it be like to live in such a postcard-perfect place?Impossible, that's what. It was like a Currier & Ives scene, with the morning's snowfall fresh on the ground and crisping the roofs and awnings and trees along the row of shops. It could even make someone as driven as she was wish for a quieter life. Then again, a quieter life often came with a less impressive paycheck, and that meant no Chesapeake Bay-view home and no prestigious private school for Mia. No top-of-the-line luxury SUV.And it wasn't only material things at stake, Debra thought with a heavy heart as the traffic began to creep forward and she eased her foot back onto the gas pedal. There were the family obligations to consider. Obligations to those living and those gone.Debra's throat ached with sorrow and she forced down the grief that still felt too immense to handle. It had not been easy to lose her mother. To make it all worse, coming to this adorable little town was like digging up all that grief and hurt and confusion and feeling it anew.But not for Mia. No, learning about Ben had seemed to help the girl with her burden of grief, for she and her grandmother had been tight. Practically joined at the hip. Mia was lit up as she took in every detail. "Mom! Don't you see it? It's a sign."Uh-oh, here we go again, Debra thought. "You mean, the sign that says, Welcome to Chestnut Grove?" She couldn't help but tease a little because she knew it would make her daughter smile or at least roll her eyes in the way of teenagers everywhere. But did it divert Mia? Not a chance."Mom, really. You know I meant a sign from heaven, not a physical signpost." Mia pursed her lips in ladylike disapproval, thirteen going on forty-three. "This sign can only mean one thing.""I'm afraid to ask what.""That God is about to answer my deepest, most secret prayer."There she weHart, Jillian is the author of 'Holiday to Remember [Love Inspired Series]', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373874606 and ISBN 037387460X.