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

don’t usually say thank you like that.

Not unless they sense something.

Not unless the world feels a little shakier than it should.

My throat tightens.

“You’re welcome, baby,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head. “Go play.”

He runs.

I watch him climb the steps, hands gripping the cold metal rails, legs pumping like he’s scaling a mountain.

Mike stands continue reading …