I distinctly remember the Sunday afternoon I heard Kenna laugh again. Church had just ended and people were milling about Auditorium One. It was a sweet sound. Head back, nose wrinkled, joy-filled, soulful laugh. I didn’t know her well, but I knew her well enough. I didn’t know why she was laughing. All I knew was that Brock was by her side…
…he’s been by her side ever since.
Kenna and Brock-thanks for letting me hide in the bushes for you. This moment was so, so sweet. One I’ll never forget.