Chapter 2: The Wedding Toast
I will never forget my mother’s face on my wedding day.
She wasn’t crying from joy. She wasn’t glowing with pride. She looked embarrassed, as if she wished the floor would open beneath her and swallow her whole.
All because my husband, Jordan, was born with achondroplasia.
He has dwarfism.
To me, Jordan was brilliant, kind, steady, funny, and more generous than anyone I had ever known. He was an architect who could look at an empty lot and imagine light, space, and structure where everyone else saw only dirt.
To my parents, he was something to be ashamed of.
Once, when they thought I couldn’t hear them, I heard my father call him a “stain” on our family name.
That sentence never left me.
