“Mama! We faught awel does bad guys!”


    “All of the bad guys? I’m so proud of you, my handsome man.”


    “I wuv you!” he yells.


    I look down at his face and smile. “And I you, son.”


    They climb the stairs, and Owen drops from his father’s shoulders and rushes to his aunt’s side. I walk over to my husband, wrap my arms around him, and give him a deep kiss.


    “I love you,” I tell him.


    “And I you, my Dani-girl.”


    THE END