When my 14-year-old daughter, Savannah, came home one crisp autumn afternoon carrying a stroller with two tiny newborn babies, my heart nearly stopped. I stared in disbelief, unsure if I was dreaming or awake. The stroller rocked gently, and peeking out from a blanket were two fragile little faces. My world, which had seemed so stable, suddenly felt upside down. Little did I know, a phone call a full ten years later about a multi-million-dollar inheritance would astonish us even more.
