When I paid $58,000 for my daughter’s wedding, she said: “Don’t come to the rehearsal dinner. Just for immediate family.” A week later she called: “We need honeymoon money! Did you transfer it?” I replied: “Didn’t I tell you?”
The day I learned I would not be standing with my own son at his wedding, I was holding the wire transfer confirmation for fifty-eight thousand dollars. I set the paper on my kitchen counter and just stood there for a moment, staring at the blue light from the microwave clock and the basket of…
