Nicole Kidman and her husband, Keith Urban, just celebrated their 17th wedding anniversary.
Kidman found love with Urban after going through a difficult divorce from Tom Cruise.
Doctors had told her she might not be able to have children, but she beat the odds and welcomed her miracle baby.
The talented actress Nicole Kidman and her musician husband, Keith Urban, recently marked their 17th anniversary with a heartfelt post on Instagram to celebrate the special moment.
In another sweet post for Father’s Day, Kidman shared a picture of Urban playing with one of their daughters in the water, calling him the “coolest dad” and expressing how much she and their daughters love him.
Before finding happiness with Urban, Kidman was married to Tom Cruise for over a decade. Their relationship began when Cruise cast her in his movie, “Days of Thunder.” Kidman admitted she fell in love with him instantly, and they lived in their own little world, depending on each other.
Cruise and Kidman got married in 1990, but after 10 years together, they shocked everyone by announcing their divorce. Kidman was surprised, as the couple had just renewed their vows two months earlier. Cruise never gave a clear reason for ending the marriage, only saying, “Nic knows why.”
During their marriage, Kidman faced two miscarriages, one at the beginning of their relationship and another near the end. Doctors later told her she had a slim chance of conceiving. The miscarriages, combined with the sudden divorce, were traumatic for her, and she struggled to heal from it all.
Although they never had biological children together, Cruise and Kidman adopted two kids, Isabella, born in 1992, and Connor, born in 1995.
At 40, Kidman found love again with Urban and fell pregnant. The couple met at an event in Los Angeles in 2005, and Kidman said Urban made her feel secure and cared for. They married in 2006 and started their family in Nashville, which became even more special when their first daughter, Sunday, was born in 2008.
Kidman described her pregnancy at 40 as life-changing, calling it a “miracle.” She openly talks about her experience to help other women who may have struggled like her.
Two years after Sunday’s birth, the couple welcomed their second daughter, Faith, via a surrogate. Having children later in life motivated Kidman to stay healthy so she could care for them as they grow up.
Despite becoming a mother later in life, Kidman continues to work hard in her career. She balances being a successful actress with being the best mother and wife she can be.
My Wife and I Went to an Orphanage to Adopt a Child and Found a Girl Who Is a Carbon Copy of Our Daughter
When my wife and I visited an orphanage to adopt, we never expected to meet a little girl who looked exactly like our daughter at home. The shock deepened when we discovered the unimaginable truth.
“Emily, are you ready? My mom will watch Sophia, so we have the whole day.” I tied my shoes as my wife came down the stairs. She looked nervous, brushing invisible wrinkles off her blouse.
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“I think so, David,” she said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “I just… I hope we’re doing the right thing. What if the child doesn’t connect with us?”
I walked over and held her hands. “We’ve talked about this for months. You’ve read every book. We’re as ready as we’ll ever be. Besides, no child could resist your pancakes.”
Emily chuckled, her cheeks flushing pink. “Thanks for that vote of confidence.”
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Sophia, my five-year-old daughter from my first marriage, poked her head out of the living room. “Can I have pancakes tomorrow, Mommy?”
Emily’s face softened. “Of course, sweetheart.” She smiled, but there was a flicker of sadness in her eyes. I knew she loved Sophia like her own, but I also knew she wanted another child who would call her “Mommy” from the start.
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As we drove to the shelter, the air in the car was thick with anticipation. Emily stared out the window, twisting her wedding ring.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I’m just scared,” she admitted. “What if we can’t find a child who feels like… ours?”
I reached over and squeezed her hand. “We will. It’s like you always say—love finds a way.”
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When we arrived, the shelter director greeted us warmly. Mrs. Graham was an older woman with silver hair and kind eyes. “Welcome. I’m so glad you’re here.”
Emily nodded, a small, polite smile on her face. “Thank you, Mrs. Graham. We’re excited and… a little nervous.”
“That’s natural,” Mrs. Graham said reassuringly. “Why don’t we start with a quick chat in my office?”
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In her cozy office, surrounded by photos of happy families, we explained what we were looking for in a child. “We’re open to any background,” I said. “We just want to feel a connection.”
Mrs. Graham nodded. “I understand. Let me show you the playroom. The kids are all unique, and I think you’ll feel that connection when it’s right.”
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The playroom was alive with laughter. Children were running, drawing, and playing games. Emily’s face lit up as she saw a little boy building a tower of blocks.
“Hi there!” she said, crouching beside him. “That’s a tall tower. What’s your name?”
The boy grinned. “Eli. Don’t knock it over!”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Emily said with a laugh.
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I found myself chatting with a girl drawing on a chalkboard. “What are you making?”
“A unicorn,” she said confidently. “You’re big. Are you a dad?”
“I am,” I said. “Do you like dads?”
“They’re okay,” she said with a shrug.
Emily caught my eye across the room, her expression a mix of joy and confusion. I knew she was feeling the same thing I was. How could we possibly choose anyone?
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I felt a tiny tap on my shoulder and turned around. Standing there was a little girl, maybe five years old, with big, curious eyes.
“Are you my new dad?” she asked, her voice soft but confident.
My heart stopped. She looked just like Sophia—same honey-brown hair, same round cheeks, same deep dimples when she smiled.
“Uh, I…” My voice caught in my throat.
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The girl tilted her head, studying me with an expression of innocent expectation, like she already knew the answer. Then, as if to confirm something in her mind, she reached out her hand.
That’s when I saw it—a small, crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist. My heart raced. Sophia had that exact same birthmark in the same spot.
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“Emily,” I whispered, turning to my wife who had been standing a few feet away. She was gripping the edge of a table for support, her face pale. “Look at her wrist.”
Emily stepped closer, her eyes wide. “David… she—she’s…”
The little girl smiled shyly. “Do you like puzzles?” she asked, holding up a piece. “I’m really good at them.”
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I knelt down, my knees barely holding me as my mind spun. “What’s your name?” I managed to ask, my voice trembling.
“Angel,” she said, her voice bright and cheerful. “The lady here said it suits me.”
Angel. My chest tightened. That name. It hit me like a lightning bolt. Angel was the name my ex-wife, Lisa, had wanted if we ever had another daughter.
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I stood up quickly, my mind reeling. Memories from years ago came flooding back. Four years earlier, Lisa had shown up at my house, nervous and fidgeting.
“David, I need to tell you something,” she’d said, her voice shaking. “When we divorced, I was pregnant. I didn’t know how to tell you. I gave birth to a little girl… she’s yours. I—I can’t take care of her. Will you?”
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That’s how Sophia came into my life. But twins? Lisa had never mentioned twins.
“David?” Emily’s voice brought me back to the present.
I looked at her, then back at Angel. She was still smiling, holding the puzzle piece as if nothing life-changing had just happened.
“I need to make a call,” I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
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I walked to a quieter corner of the playroom and dialed Lisa’s number. My hands were trembling as I waited for her to pick up.
“David?” Lisa answered after a few rings, her voice a mixture of surprise and concern. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
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“No, Lisa. Not even close,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m at a children’s shelter with Emily. There’s a little girl here who looks exactly like Sophia. She has her birthmark, Lisa. She’s Sophia’s twin. Care to explain?”
Silence hung heavy on the line. For a moment, I thought she’d hung up. Then, I heard her take a shaky breath.
“David,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I—I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”
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“You knew?” I said, struggling to keep my tone calm.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I had twins. When I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified. I was broke, barely able to take care of myself. I couldn’t handle two babies, David. I gave Sophia to you because I knew she’d have a better life with you. I… I thought I’d come back for Angel when I was ready, but I never got stable enough. I thought you’d hate me if you found out.”
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“Hate you?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Lisa, you lied to me about my own child. You didn’t think I had the right to know?”
“I was ashamed,” she said, her voice breaking. “I thought I could fix it someday. I thought… maybe I’d have a chance to make it right.”
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I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Lisa, I’m taking her home. Angel is my daughter, and she deserves to be with her family.”
Lisa hesitated for a moment. Then she said quietly, “I understand. Take care of her, David. She deserves the world.”
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I ended the call and stood there for a moment, letting the reality of the situation sink in. Angel wasn’t just a child who looked like Sophia, she was Sophia’s twin. My twin daughters.
I turned back to the playroom, where Emily was kneeling beside Angel, helping her fit a puzzle piece into the board. She looked up as I approached, her eyes shimmering with tears.
“She’s ours,” I said firmly.
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Emily nodded, her voice trembling. “I already knew.”
Angel looked between us, her small face lighting up. “Does that mean you’re my new mom and dad?”
I crouched beside her, taking her tiny hand in mine. “Yes, Angel. That’s exactly what it means.”
Emily reached over and hugged her, her tears spilling freely now. “We’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered.
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Angel giggled, wrapping her arms around Emily. “I knew it. I just knew.”
In that moment, I realized something profound: love doesn’t just find a way—it creates miracles. And this was ours.
The adoption process moved faster than we’d hoped. Mrs. Graham and her team were incredibly supportive, guiding us through each step. A week later, it was official.
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The day we brought her home, Sophia was waiting by the door, clutching her favorite stuffed bear. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Angel.
“Daddy, who’s that?” she asked, her voice curious.
I knelt down, pulling Angel beside me. “Sophia, this is Angel. She’s your sister—your twin.”
Sophia’s jaw dropped. “Twin? We’re the same?” She ran forward, throwing her arms around Angel.
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Angel laughed, hugging her back.
From that moment, the girls were inseparable. They compared everything—birthmarks, favorite colors, and even how they liked their sandwiches. Emily and I stood in the doorway, overwhelmed by the sight of them together.
“We did it,” Emily said, wiping her tears.
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“No,” I whispered. “They did.”
Five years later, our home is filled with laughter and love. Sophia and Angel are sharing secrets and adventures like only twins can.
Emily has embraced motherhood fully, cherishing every chaotic, joyful moment.
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One evening, as the girls practiced a dance routine in the living room, I turned to Emily. “Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?”
“All the time,” she said, smiling.
Watching our daughters together, I realized how love had brought us here. It reminded me that family isn’t about biology only, but about the bonds we choose to nurture.
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And love, as always, found a way.
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