react a little.”
So I smiled.
Then I stood, walked around the table, bent down, and kissed her.
Softly.
Carefully.
Nothing about it felt like reclaiming the past.
It felt like choosing the future.
We did not get engaged that night.
That would have been too easy.
Instead, we went home and discovered Luke was still awake because Daniel had allowed him to eat chocolate after eight.
Real life resumed immediately.
That became our pattern.
Love followed by laundry.
Romance followed by preschool lunches.
Important conversations interrupted by missing stuffed
