It made me smile.
And it made me sad.
Not heartbreakingly so. Just enough sadness to remind me that I need to lean into this moment of bliss, savor it, appreciate the fuck out of it.
Every time The Gorgeous Blonde reminds me how loved I am my reaction, after smiling, is always to want to tell my dad.
I want to call him and tell him, hey dad, your daughter-in-law did a thing again.
I wouldn't have to tell him what that thing is because whatever that thing is would be incidental. It would be enough to him to know that she makes his son happy.
And he would probably remind me not to fuck it up and then he would tell me to give his mija a hug for him.
That's what nobody ever tells you about losing your hero: you miss him most when you're the happiest.