I laugh. “Jet, you’re everything. You’re my Stanley Cup.” Jet smiles. “I guess that makes you my Grammy? I don’t really know what metaphor we’re going for here.” I hold him close. “I’ll put it the easiest way I know how to say it. You’re the most important thing in my life and being with you forever is my only goal.” Jet’s eyes get shiny. “I want to help you achieve that goal.” “Then we’ll do it.” I seal our promise with another public display of affection that I’m sure is being photographed by the media. Welcome to the rest of our lives.
