My fiancé died five days before our wedding, and I never imagined he would ask his mother to do something no mother should ever have to do.
For months, Ethan and I had planned every little piece of our wedding together.
He cared about details I never expected him to care about.
He had opinions about napkin colors, cake flavors, and whether the first dance song should make people cry or smile.
He said the best weddings did both.
One of my favorite parts was writing our vows.
I finished mine early because I could not stop thinking about all the things I wanted to say to him.
One night, while we sat on my couch with takeout containers on the coffee table, I pulled the folded paper from my sweater pocket and waved it at him.
« I finished mine, » I said.
Continue on the next page:
