s t ice, t ion.

    quot;Im proud of you, son.”

    I nodded. quot;Im proud of you, too, Dad.”

    It  time Id ever said to him.

    My mom  roed in rengt, Jamie stood sed  slo silently in ire, and topped  t no more ten or t it seemed mucly. it, Jamie and  started moving again, and I felt my  surge h pride.

    It  difficult walk anyone ever o make.

    In every o remember.

    t as Jamie and oo clap. to position, and Jamie sat do. ito my knees so t I he same.

    , after kissing Jamie on trieved o begin to o sometant, oell t  anticipated our being so muc ood before us, almost confused, to kneel as her.

    began traditional  Jamie ed out to me. Kno a once more  surprised me.

    Jamie and me, t to tion, to us again, as if searc words.

    , and  everyone could . t ;As a fato give a sure t Im able to do this.”

    tion  silent, and  nodded at me, o be patient. Jamie squeezed my .

    quot;I can no more give Jamie a. But o let anot sh.”

    It   aside t, offering o mine, and I took it, completing the circle.

    it , and Jamie gave me one as  cly as my moto cry, t of God and everyone else, Id promised my love and devotion, in sickness and in  so good about anything.

    It   of my life.

    It is noy years later, and I can still remember everyt day.

    I may be older and  ually comes, t day  float till love  to do so.

    I breataking in t self . Its still teenty-seven once more. But tly, looking toill  told you: I no m