off his phone during the ceremony.
I considered that perhaps the most moving evidence of cultural change.
Cassandra wore a simple ivory dress.
Before walking toward me, she stopped beside Luke and Violet.
All three joined hands.
Then they came together.
That mattered.
Because I was not marrying a memory.
I was joining a family that had existed before I arrived.
During my vows, I did not promise Cassandra perfection.
I had spent too many years making impossible promises to myself.
Instead I promised presence.
To listen.
To return.
To
