When my sister Danielle got engaged, she begged my 17-year-old son Adrian to design her wedding dress. For months, he poured his heart into creating a masterpiece, staying up late, enduring endless revisions. But when the invitations went out, Adrian was left out. Danielle said it was “adults only” — and still expected to wear the dress.
Adrian was heartbroken. I watched him fold the gown with trembling hands, still intending to send it to her. But I couldn’t let him be treated like that — not after the love and labor he poured in. I messaged Danielle: “If Adrian’s not welcome, the dress isn’t either.”
