After heartbreak, motherhood taught me hope again. Lucy—my spark—called our small apartment her “cozy castle.” When Ryan appeared, he treated her like a curator of art, not a child.
I crocheted a lilac dress for her maid-of-honor role, sealing it with love. But four days before the wedding, his mother destroyed it. Lucy was heartbroken. I shared our story online. By morning, the post had gone viral.
On the wedding day, Lucy twirled down the aisle in a simpler dress I crocheted overnight. She was radiant.
Now, my crochet creations bring joy to families. Because love—no matter how fragile—always finds its stitch.
