I have been married for six years. My husband and I met eleven years ago. For most of my adult life, I have believed he was my soul mate. For most of our relationship, I have truly loved him and felt loved by him. But some time ago, for reasons that have only started to become clear to me now, we stopped being good to each other.
I’m sorry for what I did, he said, as we lost sight of the beach. I hope it didn’t offend you.I felt my cheeks growing red. It didn’t offend me.
I’m glad. Because I was worried. I wasn’t sure if I’d overstepped my mark. I know we haven’t known each other long.It was just a peck on the cheek, I said. Understatement of the year. It’s no big deal.Good… I fixed the fishing boat, by the way. It’s strong enough for two now. Can I show you?
Show me the fishing—?He caught my waist and threw me over his shoulder. He began racing through the forest.
Micah? What are you doing?
Just hold on, he said.I swallow back a wave of emotion. "Will you be mine?" I ask, fighting to keep the emotion from my voice.
She flings herself forward into my arms and I hold her securely to my chest. "Angel?" I ask while moisture swims in my eyes."Yes! Of course," she cries.
I reach down and grab Max, lifting him into my arms so we're all three hugging. Kylie is crying and Max looks concerned as he watches her, until we both start laughing and then his little mouth breaks into a wide smile.When I slip the ring over her knuckle, my throat gets tight. I've never been this damn emotional, but these two bring out a totally different man in me. The man I've always wanted to be. Standing here, the three of us, in our new family home, I finally feel complete.