“I’d like to build a home here. With you.” My throat grew tight. “I want to build… my future with you.” My wife. Her mouth parted, her eyes glistening. “If you want,” I added hoarsely. A wide smile broke over her face. She rose up on her tiptoes, her answer coming a second before her lips touched mine. “I do.” Those were my second-favorite set of words she’d ever spoken to me; the first came not long after.
