As I sit looking into Mark’s gorgeous brown eyes, I can’t believe this is happening. I have been wishing and hoping for this for six years, but I still can’t believe it is actually happening.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Wanda’s soft, muffled voice slips into the room. “It is time for Cass to go to bed. Izzy and I have given him a bath, and I have to say he acts just like Mark used to act when we were kids and were swimming. Splashing and having more fun.”
With our gazes still locked on each other, Mark and I chuckle. His red eyes flash with every emotion he has, like an open book.
I’ve always wondered if our son’s excitement in the tub was something he has picked up from his father. I have never seen a kid have so much fun in the water.
We both wipe each other’s tears away before we get up and go to the door.