I never expected that the most meaningful and unforgettable part of my wedding would come from a gift made by my 12-year-old son, Lucas — a hand-crocheted wedding dress that he had been secretly working on for four months.
My name is Amy, I’m 34, and raising Lucas alone had been the central part of my life until I met Michael when Lucas was nine.
I remember vividly the moment Lucas asked him quietly, “Are you going to be my dad?” Michael didn’t hesitate.
With sincerity in his voice, he said, “If you’ll have me, buddy.”
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