Twenty-five years later …
As I sat there watching and listening to the priest speak I pulled out a tissue and gently dabbed underneath my eyes. I placed my hands back in my lap and felt Noah’s hand rest on top of mine.
“You told me I wasn’t allowed to cry, and look at you.” He whispered in my ear.
“Shh, I’m trying to hear the priest.” I didn’t need him reminding me of my own rules. The truth is what kind of mother doesn’t cry at their daughter's wedding? I cried at Benny’s and I’m sure I’ll cry at Brynn’s.
I looked at Reece and couldn’t believe that it was our youngest standing up there. I had tried to talk her into waiting just a few more years since she was only twenty-three. But she was as stubborn as I was. “Mom, I met my soulmate the day I was born. We’re done waiting,” was the
