I smile and blink but can't help but picture Buddy as a baby someday. I shake the thought away and kiss the side of Lily's face again, resting my chin on her shoulder.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster