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I walk out of the house to where the wedding ceremony has been set up, and Fiona waits for me to walk her to our seats.

“How is she?” she asks me.

“Gorgeous,” I reply and kiss her cheek.

I offer her my arm, and we walk down the white aisle to our seats in the second row. I’m overcome with pride as I see my children, all seated with their spouses, the people who make them better, as well as their wonderful, perfect children.

Kane and Anastasia have their two babies. Kane has his arm around his wife and their youngest daughter on his lap.

Keegan and Izzy, with their three kids, sit beside them, and next to Izzy is our Lexi, holding one of Izzy’s little ones with my handsome Shawn by her side.

My sweet Mary Margaret and the son of my heart, Cameron, sit on the end of the row, holding their newborn babe, Jude.

Fiona and I sit behind my sweet Maeve, and I catch Brian’s gaze as he stands nervously, waiting for Rachel to join him. I send him a wink, and he does the same in return.

Yes, I like this boy.

Moments later, the wedding march plays, and we all stand to watch Hunter escort Rachel down the aisle.

Fiona grasps my hand tightly, and I know what she’s thinking.

How lucky are we that we’re here to witness our eldest granddaughter marry?

How lucky are we, indeed?