It was a beautiful wedding. My cousin Rylan finally getting married after ten years with Lacey. Everyone was crying before the vows even started. But the moment that hit hardest? This one.He walked across the floor in his tux, leaned down, and took my mom’s hand. She was already emotional in her chair, barefoot, her black dress perfectly draped. When he wheeled her to the center and
started dancing with her—gentle, like she was made of glass—you could feel the whole room hold its breath.
They laughed quietly together, her hand resting on his chest like it had a hundred times when he was a boy.
But here’s the thing.
After the dance, she whispered something in his ear.