Cassidy fixes the veil atop her head and looks at Troy Jr. sitting behind her quietly in a chair. His chubby cheeks come up to reveal dimples when he smiles at her, and she can’t help but return it. “You look like an angel, Mom.” Coming from anyone else would make her feel silly, but coming from her brutally honest son makes it mean the world to her. “Thank you, Troy. Could you help me with this last button?” He hops off his chair, and his feet hit the floor gently as he walks towards her. She can see the lithe way he moves even though he’s only five, and feels something she does not want to admit to herself, fear. They are definitely their father’s sons the way they compete with one another. But Troy Jr. is the most gentle of the three. She bends down so that he can reach up and fit the white, satin covered button into the loop and then he positions her hair back into place. Before he can retreat, she pulls him into a tight hug and plants a kiss on his forehead. He struggles and looks embarrassed by her show of affection, but she can see the light in his eyes when she finally lets go.
