When I met Daniel at 28, I was newly divorced and raising my two-year-old daughter, Ellie. I brought her on our second date—not just because I couldn’t find a babysitter, but because I needed to see if Daniel could love both of us. Unlike others, he didn’t flinch. He got down on her level, helped her with crafts, and made her laugh. That’s when I knew he was different. Continue reading…
