(Five Year Old Jake)
"Did you see? Did you see? Mommy was smiling! A real smile! Not the fake one she does when she's sad but trying to be brave!"
We're in the elevator going back to our room, and I'm bouncing so much that Aunt Sophia has to grab my hand to stop me from running into a wall.
"Slow down, buddy," she says, but she's smiling really big too. The kind of smile that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. “I saw everything. Your mommy looked beautiful. And happy. Really, really happy."
Mommy did look pretty in her dress, and Jason looked at her like she was Cinderella. Not like Dad, who always looked at his phone when mommy asked how she looked.
She always got sad when he did that. I had to go up to her and tell her she looked great every time to make her smile again.
But J
