“Mama! We faught awel does bad guys!”
“All of the bad guys? I’m so proud of you, my handsome man.”
“I wuv you!” he yells.
I look down at his face and smile. “And I you, son.”
They climb the stairs, and Owen drops from his father’s shoulders and rushes to his aunt’s side. I walk over to my husband, wrap my arms around him, and give him a deep kiss.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“And I you, my Dani-girl.”
THE END