Say It's Not Fake

Mom came out, and Katie immediately ran over to us. “Dada! Whity!” I leaned down and scooped her up into my arms, Whitney embracing both of us. We kissed our little girl’s cheeks and tickled her until she squealed.

Then Whitney led her to her friends, Katie’s tiny hand wrapped in Whitney’s larger one. And I watched the two of them with an overwhelming love that engulfed everything.

“You’re a very lucky man,” my father said, looking on at my wife and daughter with affection.

“Yes, I am,” I agreed.

I was the luckiest man in the world.

Forever.

The End