“I didn’t want you to lose her twice,” I said.
Hannah stared at me.
“What?”
“You were seven years old, standing at that mailbox,” I said. “You’d already lost her once. I couldn’t let you lose her again. Not when you finally had her back. Not right before your wedding.”Book Venues
I took her hand. “Those cards were never about me, Hannah. They were about you knowing that you were worth remembering. That’s all. Whoever wrote them.”
Hannah put her head on my shoulder.
“I was going to tell you this morning,” she said. “Before the ceremony. I was going to come find you and give you the card with ‘Mom’ written on it. But then the photographer came, and my hair fell down, and Kelsey spilled coffee on her dress, and everything went crazy. And then I was
walking down the aisle, and I saw her sitting in your seat, and I looked for you, and I couldn’t find you…”
