15 years later:
"Emilie sent a text."
"What did it say?"
"She will be at out house with Harry and the kids around 9."
"Perfect. Just in time for petite Janie's birthday party!" my husband turned around and squeezed our daughter's knee.
"Daddy that tickles!!" she giggled, her little brown bangs flopping into her eyes.
"Fletcher is with Emilie and Harry. He will be home then too." Fletcher was our older son, and a deBoncouer family tradition was that on their 5th birthday we would go to the lavender fields and watch the sunrise. That's what we were doing now, waiting for the sun the rise.
The sun rose up over the fields slowly, lighting the lavender on fire. I think Janie fell asleep because she wasn't talking non-stop like usual. When the sun was all the way up my husband started the car and grasped my hand.
"We did good Marilyn."
"I like to think so." I kissed him lingeringly.
We drove off and I turned on the radio to an American station. G-Eazy's song "Remember you" started playing. I smiled into the sunshine.
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