When my 12-year-old son crocheted my wedding dress, I thought it was the most beautiful gift imaginable. But when my mother-in-law publicly mocked him, calling it a “tablecloth” and humiliating my boy to tears, my husband did something that made me fall in love with him all over again.
I never expected my wedding day to become the moment that defined our family forever.
But because of what my 12-year-old son did with nothing but yarn, a hook, and four months of secret determination.
I’m Amy. I’m 34.
I had Lucas when I was just 22.
His biological father disappeared before the pregnancy test even dried.
For years, it was just us against the world.
Then I met Michael when Lucas was nine.
He never treated my son like baggage.
He showed up. Listened. And learned Lucas’s favorite dinosaur facts and sat through endless documentaries without protest.
Michael didn’t hesitate.
“If you’ll have me, buddy.
I’d be honored.”
I fell in love with him all over again right there.Continue reading…