Don't Let Go(100)

Noah’s other hand came over mine.
“It was all I had of you, but now it’s not,” I said. “I have more than a memory on a canvas now. I have the real thing.”
“You’re giving it to me?” he asked.
“If you want it,” I said. “I’ve been holding it for you for a long time.”
“I’d love it,” he said, blinking away. “Thank you.”
I was wrong before, thinking I’d had the perfect January 29. Now I had. Nothing could ever top this. Not ever.
Then Noah started laughing.
“What?” I said. Then I saw it. “Oh, holy—”
“Yeah,” Noah said.
Two snowflakes drifted down between us. Then three more. It wasn’t possible. Zero odds.
I met Noah’s eyes and remembered that other day—as snow began to fall, with his LifeSavers clutched in my hand and his words about miracles.
Our son was right. We really had come full circle.