Three weeks before my daughter’s wedding, she stood in my doorway and asked me not to come.
I’m going to tell you what happened after that, but first you should know why those particular words nearly broke me in half.
She asked me not to come.
I had been dreaming about that day since Ava was small enough to sleep across my chest.
I mean that literally.
There were nights in her first year when she would only settle against my heartbeat, and I’d sit up in the dark holding her, already imagining things I had no business imagining yet.