I Promised My Son Forever—Then Cancer Made Me Count the Months

it, I can still try to protect his skin from burning.

That’s what love does.

It worries in advance.

When we step outside, the air is cold and bright. Winter has been stubborn this year, clinging to the mornings like it refuses to let go.

Leo reaches for my hand immediately.

His hand is small and warm and trusting.

I squeeze it too hard.

In the car, he chatters continue reading …