Nine years later...
ALEXANDER
“If you stain another dress you will be left at home,” I warned my seven-year-old baby girl who has been driving Christian mad since morning. She woke up early and eager for her uncle's wedding.
“I won't daddy,” she assures innocently, just like she did when Christian changed her dress the second time. She ran straight to the backyard to look for a doll she might have left there and voilà another soiled dress. Rita's bedroom door opened, “Babe, can you hold her for a minute?” My husband asked from the doorway, holding our youngest, Allison.
“Of course,” I answered, putting Rita's last hair crip in place. Rita who never misses a minute to fuss over her baby sister rushed towards Chris, spreading her hands excitedly. “Let me,” I murmured, stepping closer
