Maggie told her that we'd love to have her visit for the holidays - if she wasn't already going to mom's. Sheri told us that she'd make time for us. She hugged my neck, kissed my cheek, and told me to be good to Maggie. My beautiful (and pregnant) bride stood next to me, with an arm around my waist, as I waved good-bye to my little girl.

"I'm glad she's not pissed," I said. "I don't need the whole family mad at me."

"Richie won't be mad," Maggie said, laughing.

"I wish you weren't wrong," I said, kissing her neck.

"You wish he was mad?" she asked, smirking at...