Page 110 of A Fool for April
Outside, we prepare to take the dogs home. The June evening is warm and perfect. The irises and daffodilsfrom spring have given way to summer blooms. Everything is growing, thriving, alive.
Including us.
She tilts her face up for a kiss, and I oblige because I’m a gentleman and because I plan to kiss this woman every day for the rest of my life.
Ten years ago, I was a scrappy kid daydreaming about becoming a pro hockey player and panicking about my lost golden retriever.
Then I met April.
Today, I’m a Stanley Cup champion, a business owner, and engaged to my best friend.
She looks up at me and says, “Never mind a pinch me kind of day, this is a pinch me kind of life.”
“How’d we get so lucky?”
“When we started being honest with ourselves and with each other.”
She’s right, and from now on, I can’t stop. Won’t stop—giving this woman my heart, my everything.
