“Love you too, Angel.” More than anything in this damn world. I show her that with my mouth, tasting her. That same sweetness that pulled me in from the moment I laid eyes on her is still there.
I thought that day in the airport I was taking advantage of her. The reality is I was only taking what was mine all along.
As sappy as it may sound, I have to admit my wife is right: There was some kind of magic in the air that pulled us together that day. My wife proved to me that Christmas miracles are real. I am a lucky bastard to be holding mine now, and I will never let her go.
I am home.* * *