Two hundred guests packed the room, laughing, dining, and toasting what everyone described as a second shot at happiness.
And truthfully, I believed it as well.
Three years before, I had laid my husband to rest.
Losing Michael had broken my world apart.
One day we were making plans for the years ahead, and the next I was standing at a graveside holding our two-year-old daughter, trying to explain something I could hardly grasp myself.
For a long while, it was only Sophie and me.
We made it through.