I do. You did everything to make sure she was in the photographs. And you showed her that there would always be someone she could trust.
After that conversation, I thought about his words for a long time.
I am sixty-eight years old.
I’ve experienced enough loss in my life to learn the difference between what matters and what doesn’t.
What matters most is a five-year-old girl in a pink dress who has already had to face something no child should ever have to experience.
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She deserves to laugh.
To dance in the parking lot.
To be in family photographs.
And to grow up believing that she never has to earn her place among the people who love her.
And a few awkward minutes during a wedding reception are a small price to pay for her knowing that.
One year after the wedding, Claire sent me a
