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

don’t have, and walk over.

The swing chains rattle. The seat is cold. Leo plops in and sticks his arms out like airplane wings.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Ready!”

I stand behind him, hands on his back, and push.

The first push is gentle. The second a little stronger. The third stronger still.

Leo squeals with delight, legs kicking, laughter exploding out of him like continue reading …