She was beautiful. She knew she was, but I still reminded her every day. Every moment with her was a blessing, and each time I saw her walking around our home, carefree and smiling, I fell in love with her all over again.
We were incredibly happy even before she had the surgery, but now we were closer than ever. It was sort of like a wedding ring I suppose; a symbol, a gesture that she was wholeheartedly mine, and I was hers.