Our family was flying on a Make-A-Wish trip for my sick son — halfway through the flight, the pilot said, “Mike, there’s one thing about this trip that you and your parents know nothing about.”

rested on the plastic cover.

“Dad?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“I thought I was helping Nolan pretend.” His voice had grown soft in recent weeks. “I didn’t know he was helping me believe we’d all get there someday.”

I leaned closer and sat beside him.

Stella lowered herself onto the other side.

We gathered around our son while the scrapbook continue reading …