“Lily likes the chocolate ones. The hospital food is awful,” Aaron said casually, the way other kids might mention a coffee run.
I dried my hands and watched him pack the bag with the same careful attention he’d once applied to his Lego sets.
Aaron had always been like that. Good grades, no trouble, the kind of boy who notices when a kid sits alone at lunch, and the type who steps in when someone else is hurting.
When my son started dating Lily a year ago, I called Diane that same night, feeling giddy.
Diane has been one of my closest friends for over a decade. Our children, well, her daughter and my son, had practically grown up together.
The first time Aaron held Lily’s hand at a backyard barbecue last summer, Diane and I pretended not to notice and then laughed and squealed about it like schoolgirls for an hour in the kitchen!
