“Parker,” she said, “I vow to choose you every day, not because I have to, but because I want to. I will stand by your side while you face the world and listen to you when you speak. I promise to join your laughter with my own, and when you can't look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark.” Her voice trembled, a single tear sliding down her cheek. I squeezed her hand, and she pulled in a shaky breath. “I vow to honor, respect, and cherish you in sickness and health, through sorrows and success, as long as I draw breath.”
