Then Cris lowered himself onto one knee.
He held out a thin silver ring with a small stone. It was simple and modest, which made it feel perfect for us.
“Mel, I cannot promise to become less annoying,” he began.
Our daughter laughed.
“I cannot promise I will suddenly love exercise. These dance lessons nearly killed me.”
Stormy nodded in agreement. “But I can promise that I still choose you. I chose you twenty years ago, and I choose you now.”
Tears filled my eyes.
“I choose the woman who built a home with me, raised our daughter with me, and stayed beside me through every difficult year. I choose my wife, my closest friend, and the person I want beside me when we are old and fighting over the thermostat.”
Then he asked me to marry him again. I pulled him to his feet.
“Yes,” I said. “But you are never leaving another gym note.”
