“Sure. But we don’t have to yell—” “TEN!” Oh brother. “NINE!” he shouts, motioning me with his hand to join in. And because I love this guy with all my heart, I make him happy and scream right along with him. When we finish shouting “ONE!”, Logan throws in a “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” and then kisses me deeply. I return the kiss, pulling back to whisper, “Happy New Year, Johnny.” “Happy New Year, Gracie.”
