or weeks, I noticed him sneaking off to his workshop, claiming to be “tinkering.” I didn’t think much of it—he’s always had little projects. But today, during our family celebration, he stood before me with a look I hadn’t seen since he proposed and presented a large wrapped box. Inside was a wedding dress—hand-crocheted by him. Every detail, every loop, was crafted with love.
“You made this?” I whispered, overwhelmed.