I never expected the most meaningful part of my wedding to be a gift made by my 12-year-old son, Lucas — a hand-crocheted wedding dress he secretly worked on for four months. I’m Amy, 34. I raised Lucas alone until I met Michael when Lucas was nine. Michael treated my son like family from day one. When Lucas shyly asked, “Are you going to be my dad?” Michael answered, “If you’ll have me, buddy.”
