Tenley hung on to the skirt of her gown as she rushed toward me. “Hey, Mom. I don’t want to dance around with the note in my dress. Something might happen to it. Can you take it for me?” “Of course.” Lifting up the material, I carefully unpinned the note. As her something blue, Tenley had wanted to pin the blue note that Reed had given me on our wedding day—the same note I’d worn inside of my own dress. “Thank you, Mom.” She bent down to give her father a kiss before running off.
