Kara's POV
I watch George's eyes tear up as he takes the book from my hands. I had it sent out yesterday to get bound and got it back just in time for tonight.
George runs his long fingers over the cover. It's a deep purple book with intricate designs in black. In the center of the front cover was a spot for a photo - with which I put one taken last year of George, me and Allison. A photographer comes at least twice a year to take family photos and the one I used on the cover was mine and George's favorite.
The picture was taken on our back porch. Everything in the background is white; the chair I'm sitting in, the porch floor, the house, the railing. And all of us are in black. I'm wearing a long dress, Allison is wearing a shirt and adorable little skirt that ruffled out at the bottom, and George is in slacks and a long sleeve shirt. George is standing to my right as I sit in the chair. He's resting one hand on my shoulder, and the other holds Allison's hand - she stands between George and me. One of my hands is up holding George's and my other one, holding Allison's other hand. We are all smiling at the camera. This was the only picture we've ever taken where all three of us are looking directly at the camera and smiling.
George puts his hands over the picture and looks up at me.
"I love it." He says.
I reach to the book.
"George! You haven't even opened it!" I say.
He realizes this and opens it.
Inside he finds a timeline of our life together.
The first thing on the first page is the scrap of paper with his telephone phone number on it - the one I kept hidden in my bra for so long. As he turns the pages, he looks through our life. All the photos, concert tickets, backstage passes. He chokes up when he sees the first letter he'd ever written me. He flips the page and finds the letter I wrote to him in response and so on. Then the wedding photos, gatherings with the group, holidays... I included everything.
When George gets to the last page, it's a picture of me and him - one we had taken after publicly announcing our engagement.
George is holding me piggy-back style. My arms cross around his chest. I am smiling at the camera as George leans, smiling at me.
George looks up, fully crying now. I reach into my bag and pull out a tissue. I stretch and wipe the tears from his cheeks. I'm crying now because when I see people being emotional, it makes me emotional. George grabs me and pulls me into his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist as I lay my head on his chest. I close my eyes as he slowly rocks us back and forth.
