"A year later, after we finished high school, your father proposed. It made me melt, we were having a little party, reunion you could say, having not seen your Uncles in a year due to them being across the world for Harry's Uni or job -I can't remember- and our mum's being away for work. We were in the middle of dinner and your father just got up quieting everyone, then getting down on one knee proposing. I cried, telling him 'A thousand yes's', not long after your uncles got engaged also. That's how your father and I, and your uncles, all got together. Perfect if you ask me." I finish, telling my 26 year old daughter, looking over seeing everyone looking at me in awe.
I look back at Willa, smiling softly, seeing those big blue eyes she got from him, (and curly hair from Gemma being the sergeant) then looking at another pair of blue eyes, identical to my daughter's but older, make there way towards me. "Love, that was perfect. You tell the story great, I love you." He says smiling at me, 48 years old looking handsome as ever still, before wrapping his arms around my waist as he sits down on the love seat next to me.
I look at everyone here, Gemma, Harry and Liam, Willa, her fiancé Damian, Zayn and Perrie, and Niall and Mary, along with Harry and Liam's 24 year old daughter Kayla, and Niall and Mary's 20 year old son James.
Things changed so much in the past 31 years. It's truly amazing, I kiss Louis, still feeling those sparks like i's our first kiss all over again. "Isn't it amazing that we've been together for 31 years? That we're still strong and going?" Looking at Louis again, I wrap my arms around his neck, loving the feeling of his arms around my waist.
He kisses me once again, before pulling away, smiling at me, "Of course it's incredible. I wouldn't change it for the world. I love you so, so, so much. Nothing could, would, and will never replace you, love." There he goes again, making me blush. even after all these years he still does it.
He's perfect. Well, my definition of perfection, I bet if I looked up a dictionary the word 'Perfection' that Louis' picture would be right under it. This man doesn't understand what he does to me, I don't think he ever will.
My life isn't perfect, and I'm not saying it ever will be perfect, but it's great. Louis and I have had fights and disagreements, nut it only made our marriage stronger, like Louis said, "I wouldn't change it for the would."
I'm happy I got to share my story to our daughter, Willa, before my life-time is over. Hopefully she'll tell her children about their grandpa's story. The story about loving their papa. The story about,