Now, two years later, we have a daughter named Ava who has his big brown eyes and my stubborn chin. The dress I almost burned is packed away in a keepsake box. And every so often, we tell people the story of how her parents got married on a dare, in the back of a cab ride that changed everything.
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Last night, as we tucked Ava in, Adam leaned over and whispered, “Reckless decisions aren’t so bad after all.”
I smiled. “Only the ones that end like this.”
