"I argued with your daughter about this," she told me.

"You should have learned by now that she's rarely wrong," I said.

April looked into my eyes and said, "This ... It means a lot. I can't tell you how much."

I held my arms open, inviting her in for an embrace. She stepped in and wrapped her arms around my ribs. I held her as tightly as I dared.

She looked at my lips. I pursed my lips and leaned forward slightly. She pressed her lips to mine and it was the second time that I'd felt fireworks going off with her.

"My wife's outfit," I stammered, "... you...