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A familiar cry catches my attention, and I look up to see my mother-in-law approaching with Frederick in her arms. Our son, our perfect little prince, reaches out for us, his chubby hands grasping at the air.
I release Hailey’s hand, and she takes Frederick into her arms, cradling him close. My heart swells with love and pride as I watch my wife and son, the two most important people in my life. The song ends, and another one starts, our guests spilling onto the floor.
“May I have another dance?” I ask, extending my hand to Hailey once more.
She smiles, and together we make our way to the center of the dance floor, Frederick nestled between us. I wrap my arms around them both, holding my family close as we sway to the gentle music.
The breeze whispers through the garden, the very same garden my mother tended with such love and care. Her presence lingers here, a comforting touch in the air, and I know that she is watching over us, together with my father, their love eternal and unwavering. It is a blessing, a gift more precious than any crown or kingdom.
Hailey rests her head on my shoulder, and Frederick coos softly, his tiny hand grasping my finger. I close my eyes, committing this perfect moment to memory, etching it into my heart for all eternity.
This is what matters most. Not the crown, not the throne, but the love that surrounds me, the love that I have for my wife and son, and the love they have for me in return. It is a love that will endure, a love that will guide us through whatever challenges life may bring.
As we dance together, our little family, I feel a sense of peace wash over me, a contentment that comes from knowing that I am exactly where I am meant to be, with the people I am meant to be with, now and forever.
The End