Five years later...

I throw open the door as the bell rings. George has a guest list at the front desk and is sending people up. It's been a steady stream of family and friends arriving for the last hour. There are already about thirty people milling around the living room. The condo is open, airy, and spacious.

It fits the three of us perfectly.

I've been doing my best to convince my wife that we should take over my parents' compound in the country. It would be the ...