At my daughter’s wedding, my son-in-law ordered me…

kicking up dust in the morning sun. I watched from the kitchen window as six people got out, all wearing business attire that looked out of place against the backdrop of cattle pasture and mesquite trees.

Robert led the group, looking exactly the same as he had 25 years ago. Beside him walked a woman in her 60s with silver hair and the bearing of someone continue reading …