A gift from my love.

Of the hundreds of cars in store displays across multiple end-caps, my daughter asked my husband for this sleek, maroon beauty.

His eyes locked onto its close neighbor, a vintage Defender Ninety, that he knew I would adore. My main character drives the Defender One Ten and I admit I'm a little obsessed.

He scanned the entire display for a One Ten, learning that he'd seen the only Defender in the bunch, so he brought home the tiny dream as a gift.

It wasn't until the two of them walked into the house that he realized our daughter had chosen a special edition braille car, with writing for the blind!

You guys, my books are set in a blind society. I kid you not.

What a loving reminder of the connectedness of our hearts and the love of a mindful God.

Wondering why a tiny message came to and through my husband, I asked him if he'd needed the reassurance that I'm spending all this time writing for a reason.

"Not at all," he smiled confidently, grabbing me up in the biggest hug. His sustaining belief in me is one of the greatest gifts I've ever known.