The exuberant jingling of bells indicated that the Sampsons were approaching. Jackson sighed and looked down at Hannah.
“I love you, Jackson,” she said with a gorgeous smile and a sparkle in her green eyes as she pinched his side.
“Love you too, Hannah,” he said, placing a kiss on her soft mouth. Kissing Hannah was something he never tired of. In fact, it was what he intended on spending a long time doing after the Sampsons left.
Emily laughed and bounced in his arms as the couple pulled into the driveway. A large red sack was stuffed into the rear of the sleigh.
“They’re so sweet,” Hannah whispered as she stared out the window.
Jackson agreed, but silently thought his wife was much sweeter. The woman by his side had shown him the power of forgiveness. They had a daughter in Emily, and two months ago, they welcomed a son. Jackson had learned the meaning of unconditional love.
And because of Hannah, he’d learned that holiday miracles did come true.