When I finally walked down the aisle that afternoon, the yarn caught the light, and Lily sat in the front row watching proudly.
The dress was imperfect, but it was ours—stronger in meaning than in design. Later, as the house quieted and the last guests left, Daniel held my hands and said, “No one can undo what Lily made for us.” And in that moment, I knew our family’s bond was far stronger than any thread.
