You asked me if I saw you there at the altar.
The truth is that I did. I never once lied about that.
But in my picture you’re the one standing between us, smile beaming, about to join our matrimony. The one standing across from me has and always will be her.
Ground Zero.
Did I see you running after our babies? Throwing a ball to our son? Completely in love with our daughters? Of course I did, don’t doubt it for a second.
It’s just that those babies have three parents in my story.