When my sister Danielle asked my 17-year-old son Adrian to make her wedding dress, he was thrilled. Sewing had been his healing craft since losing his dad. For months, he poured his heart into the gown, working tirelessly through countless changes.
But days before the wedding, Adrian realized he never received an invitation. Danielle coldly replied it was an “adults-only” event. Despite his heartbreak, Adrian was still willing to let her wear the dress.
I couldn’t allow it.