I never imagined the most unforgettable part of my wedding would come from my 12-year-old son, Lucas — a hand-crocheted wedding dress he secretly made over four months. I’m Amy, 34. I raised Lucas on my own until I met Michael when Lucas was nine, and from the beginning, Michael treated him like he already belonged in our family. When Lucas once asked, “Are you going to be my dad?” Michael gently replied, “If you’ll have me, buddy.”
But loving Michael also meant facing his mother, Loretta — a woman who insisted crochet was a “girl craft” and made sure Lucas heard her opinions. Still, he kept crocheting because it gave him purpose and pride. Months before the wedding, he surprised me with his secret project: a stunning ivory dress he made stitch by stitch. I cried the moment I saw it.
