Epilogue
Four years later
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Can we get this one?" my three-year-old son, Tannon Jr., shouts as he runs through the rows of evergreen trees at Mistletoe Tree Farm. He stops in front of an eight-foot Scotch Pine.
I turn to my wife, who has a beaming smile on her face as she rubs her swollen belly. "What do you think, baby? Is this our tree?"
"Yeah. This is our tree."
As promised, I have spent every day of the last four years making my wife happy. That includes carrying on the tradition she shared with her parents when she was a little girl.
Now we bring our son to the tree farm to pick the perfect family Christmas tree. Next year will be even more special because our family tradition will include our daughter. I asked Winter to marry me almost four years ago. We were married a week later on New Year's. Eight months after saying, "I do," our son Tannon was born, and our daughter Mary is due any day now.
"Okay, son. If you insist, this is the one." I look down at my son, who looks so much like me, but has his mother's eyes.
"This one, Daddy," he proclaims with a serious look on his face.
"Then, this is the one we'll get." I smile and ruffle his dark brown hair.
"Yay!" Tannon cheers.
"Go stand by mommy while I cut it down." My little boy bounds through the snow, stopping beside my beautiful wife and taking hold of his mother's hand. I pause for a moment and stare at my family.
They are the reason my heart beats. The best of what life has to offer. They are the best of love.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
