I want to give them a trophy for conceiving Gray because he’s perfect, but I think they’re a little conservative for that kind of acknowledgement. I notice he inherited the best features of his parents; he has his mom’s eyes—large and clear blue with long, dark lashes. He also has her wide mouth and smile. He has his dad’s dark hair, athletic build and laugh and my favorite part of all, his sarcastic sense of humor. His mom is quiet, more observant and relaxed while his dad is outspoken and opinionated. His dad critiques and judges every play of the game and his mom is more patient and lighthearted. I think Gray is a blend of all these things, but in the best ways. I turn to Clair and decide to get right to point. We’ve known each other almost an hour. It’s time to open up about my future plans with her son. “Clair, there’s something you should know.” She turns to me and raises her eyebrows. “I’m going to marry your son someday,” I tell her. She stares back at me and she doesn’t look surprised.
