“Thank you, Mom.” She bent down to give her father a kiss before running off.
As Reed fixed his eyes on his daughter across the room, I smiled at the look of pride on his face. Before I put it away in my bejeweled clutch purse, I reminisced as I read the note.
From the desk of Reed Eastwood
To my one true love and soulmate, Charlotte,
I don’t need the help of a poet to articulate my love for you. But to try to reduce it to a couple of sentences could never do my feelings justice. Even my wildest dreams could never have conjured up the level of love in my heart today. You’re beyond my wildest dreams. My love for you is infinite. You. Are. Everything.
Your love,
Reed