And I kissed her back.
I thanked the universe for making me worthy of loving her.
My heart belonged to her as surely as it belonged to the little girl we had yet to meet.
The little girl who already had a name.
A perfect name for a perfect life ahead of her.
The breeze that existed between this world and the next wrapped around us like a ribbon. A ribbon of air, dancing in our hair, kissing our cheeks, then soaring to rustle in the treetops.
And it was done.
Kissing my wife one last time, I pulled away and rested my forehead on hers.
Hope just smiled and whispered, “Our daughter is called Wren.”
I nodded. “Just as it should be.”
The End