An Hour Before My Wedding…. My Eleven Year Old Daughter Changed Out Of The Lavender Dress We’d ChOSEN Together And Whispered, It’s Alright, Mom. YOU Deserve A Happy Family.

“You can walk alone.”

Something in her voice made my smile disappear.

For months, June had been more excited about the wedding than I was.

When I announced Colin’s proposal, she’d hugged me so tightly I nearly dropped the ring box.

Her first question was whether she could participate in the ceremony.

I told her I wanted her beside me.

“Instead of Grandpa?” she’d asked.

“Instead of anyone.”

She considered that.

“So we’re both getting married?”