After my first marriage ended, I thought happiness was gone for good. My daughter, Lucy, was only five, and we started over in a tiny apartment we called our “cozy castle.” Years later, Ryan came into our lives, and when he proposed, Lucy was more excited than anyone. I asked her to be my Maid of Honor, and she twirled with joy.I’ve been crocheting since I was a teen, so I decided to make Lucy’s dress myself. I spent weeks crafting it with the softest lilac yarn, each stitch filled with love and hope for our future. The finished dress was magical—flowing sleeves, delicate hem, and perfect fit. Lucy looked like a little fairy princess when she tried it on.
