Noah’s voice, small but resolute, resonated throughout the reception hall. “My mom is the best,” he declared, his words filled with unwavering conviction. “She always tries her hardest and does everything to make people happy. She helped Uncle Daniel with lots of stuff, like planning things today.”
A murmur of surprise spread among the guests as Noah continued, undeterred by the roomful of adults. “She made sure my suit was perfect so I could be a good ring bearer, and she told me how important family is.”
As Noah spoke, I felt a strange mix of emotions—pride, love, and vulnerability. My heart swelled as I watched my little boy stand up for me in a way I hadn’t expected.
