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Frank

Taking my wife’s hand in my grasp, I brought it to my lips, placed a tender kiss to her knuckles, really to her wedding band, and winked, “We didn’t do too bad, did we?”

My wife of forty-one years smiled at me, as we watched Carter spin his beautiful wife, Harlee, around the dance floor, set up in our back yard, then she looked at me, and winked, “No, we definitely didn’t.”

Misty

I walked over to my daughter-in-law, Harlee, and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close.

“Love you, sweet girl,” I said.

I could hear the smile in her voice as she whispered, “Love you too, Mama G.”

My eyes strayed to my husband.

The love of my life, the father of my children, the very man who had paled at the idea of me ever being in pain again after I had Talia.

The very man who had shaken his head and in no uncertain terms had said to me, right there in the doctor’s office, “Absolutely fucking not. My woman had five children. My woman risked her life for forty-five months to bring them all into the world; she’s not going to experience any kind of pain again.

Whatever you need to do, set it up for me to get snipped. ”

My eyes had misted over as I looked at my man.

Then he winked, “Besides, I told you forty-one years ago, tell you the same thing now, I was put on this earth to be your man, nobody fucking else’s.”