Mason
Three days before the ceremony, Becky pulled me aside after breakfast, something nervous but excited in her expression that immediately caught my attention.
"I want to show you something," she said. "Come with me?"
She led me up to Micah's room, where he was already waiting, practically vibrating with excitement, his careful drawing from months earlier now framed and sitting proudly on his dresser.
"Micah has something he wants to ask you," Becky said, something warm and knowing in her expression that told me this had been carefully planned.
Micah stepped forward, suddenly shy in a way that was unusual for him, holding something behind his back. "I made you something. For the ceremony."
He revealed a small, hand-drawn card, careful crayon lettering spelling out words that took
