Years later, I watched Dylan playing with our two children in the garden, realizing our love had only grown stronger through every trial we had faced.
The afternoon sun warmed my skin as I sat on the terrace with our youngest in my arms. Hope, now five years old, chased her little brother around the flower beds while Dylan pretended to be a monster, roaring playfully as he caught them both in his arms. Their laughter filled the air like music.
“Daddy, again!” Hope squealed, her dark curls bouncing as she hugged his leg.
Dylan laughed, the sound rich and full of joy. “You two are too fast for me. Come here, my little warriors.”
I smiled, heart so full it ached in the best way. “You’re going to tire them out before dinner.”
He looked over at me, eyes softening with that same love that h
