After a few seconds, I glance down at the little girl standing patiently at my husband's side. I stretch out my arm and motion for Isabella, who gladly steps between us and into the curve of my embrace. I crush her to my side and kiss her temple. She throws her tiny arms around me and hugs me tightly.
When she pulls away, I lean my forehead against hers, our eyes locked. I smile and whisper, "Two more Davenports, Isabella. And what did I tell you about Davenports?"
She grins and whispers back, "Davenports are forever."
And they are. We are.