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I jump into Dean’s arms—wrapping my hands across his shoulders and my legs around his waist. I press my forehead to his and tell him fervently. “I say, I love you, Dean. And I’d be perfectly content loving you and building a life with you anywhere . . . but I’m so, so happy it gets to be here.”

Then I press my lips to his and kiss him with everything I’ve got.

And that’s the story, years later, that Dean and I tell our kids about. The story of how we found it—how neither of us were looking for it—but it was a surprise that we found together just the same. Our forever home, our forever family, our forever love.

The End