“Today,” he said softly, “the twins told me it was the best day ever. And I realized they were right.” Eloise nodded, beyond words. “But then,” he continued, “I realized they were wrong.” She looked up at him, question in her eyes. “I couldn’t choose a day,” he confessed. “Any day with you, Eloise. Any day with you.” He touched her chin, brought his lips to hers. “Any week,” he murmured, “any month, any hour.” He kissed her then, softly, but with all the love in his soul. “Any moment,” he whispered, “as long as I’m with you.”
