Where did you get that ring

and the framed photo of Henry and me at Lake Erie.

“Nashville,” I said.

Caleb blinked.

“Our honeymoon trip,” I explained. “Your father always said we were going places.”

His eyes softened.

“You want company?”

I looked at my son.

There was a time when I would have said yes automatically because mothers are trained to soften disappointment before it lands.continue reading …