The night before my wedding, I heard my bridesmaids through the hotel wall: “Spill wine on her dress, lose the rings, whatever it takes – she doesn’t deserve him.” My maid of honor laughed “I’ve been working on him for months.” I didn’t confront them. Instead, I rewrote my entire wedding day…

sat beside her.

“It’s your gift.”

“My gift?”

“You’ve spent your whole life saving memories.”

Emma stared silently.

Sophie continued.

“You saved every note I ever wrote.”

“Because they mattered.”

“I know.”

Sophie smiled sadly.

“And I realized something.”

“What?”

“I never saved enough of ours.”

Emma carefully lifted a photograph.

Two little girls holding ice cream.continue reading …