I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
Mason leaned against my shoulder.
“Are you going to cry?” he asked.
“Maybe a little.”
“That’s okay.
Mom cries at movies.”
“I do not cry at every movie,” Lauren protested from the kitchen.
“Just the good ones,” he called back.
We all laughed.