I don't think it would have mattered if I'd had four weeks or four years to prepare for this wedding. People had shown up who hadn't bothered to RSVP, sending the caterer into pandemonium, every vendor had wanted my approval for things I'd already approved and wouldn't take Hayden's word for it, and my son had decided today was the day he wanted to develop separation anxiety. Lizzy kept dragging him off my leg, and Liam continued trying to explain to him what was going on, but even the baby whisperer himself couldn't stop my child's apprehension over the people that swarmed the bed and breakfast.
Leave it to Cash-the original nut, Hayden's first born, and my favorite tween-to entice Mark from the confines of my calf. My mouth fell open in awe when the lanky boy I'd watched grow up came wa
