I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

from earlier in the day.

“I didn’t expect that,” he said. His voice was quieter than it had been from the pulpit.

“No,” I said. “You didn’t.”

He looked toward where Emma was standing beside Daniel a few feet away, still holding her sign loosely at her side, now talking with one of my bridesmaids with the animated openness she showed around people she continue reading …