“You’ll be loved even when you color on the living-room walls, break a window with a baseball, and get a speeding ticket you can’t afford. I look forward to every moment,” I whispered, before pressing a kiss to his nose and then one to his forehead.
“He’d better not color on my walls,” Nan said with a smile in her voice.
I looked up, my eyes locking with hers. “He probably will do worse than that. I’m his dad.”
She laughed softly. “Good point. I need to prepare myself, I suppose.”
We had a lifetime of memories before us. I couldn’t wait to experience them all with her by my side. “You like me, don’t you?” I asked.
“A touch,” she replied.
Life didn’t get any more perfect than that.