Why We Shaved Our Heads on Our Wedding Day for His Grandmother

my head.

As the first long lock of my dark hair fell across the front of my white dress, I heard a sound.

It came from Maribel’s table, and it was not a sob, but rather a soft catch in her throat.

It was the sound of a woman recognizing a profound gift that was too beautiful to turn away.

The Beauty of Being Seen

By the time we finished, the picture-perfect continue reading …