Oh, Goodness! When I asked the publisher if I couldreview this one, I wasn't expecting one that would tug at my heart before I even began reading it! This is a Christmas story--but there's a story behind the story. You see, the author (Golden Keyes Parsons) was killed in a car wreck in February, just as this book was in the editing process. Thanks to her family and a caring publisher (Whitefire), the book was still completed and published. As if the book itself didn't inspire a grab for the tissues, the dedication and inspiration of this family and this publisher should finish the box.
Let's go back to about the time of WWII. A mother still grieves over a lost child almost twenty years after the fact. Truly lost, not figuratively. One blizzardy Christmas Eve in the hills by Golden, Colorado, a baby girl goes missing. No clues are ever found, and the trail grew cold. Quenton and Naomi have three other daughters, but they never stop expecting their baby, although by now fully grown, to walk through the door.
Naomi tries, but every Christmas Eve it's the same. Struggling to hide the tears, staggering through reliving that fateful evening, feeling over and over that gut-wrenching fear when they found the empty crib.
Until another pregnant young woman comes into their lives. Gracie's husband is somewhere in Europe fighting that awful Hitler. She and her friends are visiting Naomi and her family when yet another blizzard strikes. And she goes into labor on a night when no medical help will be available.
As if you needed any more incentive to go get this book, all proceeds will go to help Golden's beloved husband with medical expenses. Please. Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
I was given a free copy of this book by the publisher, but the review and evaluation are my own.
