MY FATHER LAUGHED AND SAID I COULD WALK DOWN THE AISLE ALONE BECAUSE I WAS MARRYING A NOBODY—HE HAD NO IDEA WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT

each year, Ethan and I opened the leather journal.

Its pages were no longer blank.

They held hundreds of names.

People we’d helped.

Friends who had helped us.

Children we’d mentored.

Neighbors we’d celebrated.

Looking through those pages, I realized something my father had spent a lifetime discovering.

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