TWO YEARS LATER
“AHH!” I shouted, feeling my heart race beyond belief. I turned around and grabbed Ariel in my arms and tickled her stomach. “How dare you scare me? This is payback for giving me a heart attack.”
Ariel is now six years old and she’s still the light of my life.
“I’m sorry!” Ariel squealed, squirming under my hands. “Help me! Wessy!”
A pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders and tore my hands away from Ariel’s stomach.
“Ah yes, Wes is here to save the day,” I said sarcastically.
The relationship between Wes and Ariel is the most genuine and loving relationship I’ve been blessed to see blossom over these last two years. Wes rearranged his entire life to make sure that either he or I were home with Ariel when we were getting settled into the house.
“Come on,” Wes said, prying me out of my desk chair. “You’ve been staring at a computer screen for days. It’s time to take a break.”