« I’m not giving Grandpa the rings yet. »
A few people laughed.
I didn’t.
Neither did Robert.
My husband stood beneath the white rose arch in our daughter’s backyard, one hand half-raised toward our eight-year-old granddaughter, Lucy.
« I’m not giving Grandpa the rings yet. »
She was halfway down the aisle in a pale-blue dress, clutching the little white ring box she’d decorated with crooked gold hearts.
« Lucy, » Robert said carefully. « What are you doing? »