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

Mike watches from the doorway.

His face is twisted between laughter and heartbreak.

And in that moment I realize something that makes me both furious and calm:

Even if I don’t make it to Leo’s real wedding, I am here for this one.

This ridiculous towel-veil, stuffed-bear-priest wedding.

This is the wedding I get.

And it counts.

Later that night, after Leo continue reading …