Jack had given me a king’s ransom in jewels over the years, but already I knew that this ring would be special, that it bound together our history and our future. “I love it,” I said. “Almost as much as I love you.” I startled to see two-year-old John suddenly appear at the doorway in his blue pajamas, his dark hair tousled and cheeks rosy from sleep. He glanced around the room and broke into a toothy grin, then pointed at his father and yelled, “Poo-poo head!” Jack and I stared at each other; my husband’s gray-green eyes twinkled with barely restrained mirth. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard
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