My 17-year-old son shaved his head for his sick girlfriend – the next day, her mother said, “You need to come to the hospital and see what your son did.”

I’d ever seen him do.

I thought that would be the end of it. I really did.

The next afternoon, I was sitting in the living room, drafting an email I didn’t want to write, when my phone buzzed against the granite countertop. Diane’s name lit up the screen. I smiled before I answered. I figured she’d already seen Aaron and was calling to tell me how sweet continue reading …