I’ll carry that moment with me forever.
On the day that should’ve been ruined, Michael showed me everything I needed to know about the man I married.
Love isn’t about biology or traditional families or meeting someone else’s expectations.
Love is a 12-year-old boy learning to crochet in secret for four months.
Love is a man who stands up for his son without hesitation.
Love is choosing each other, every single day, even when it’s hard.
Especially when it’s hard.
Love is a man who stands up for his son without hesitation.
And that crocheted wedding dress?
It hangs in our bedroom now, preserved in a special case.
Not because it’s perfect.
But because it represents everything we are.
