“She looks lovely, you know,” Leslie smiled pasted her son’s shoulder to where his new wife was dancing with her father.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me, Mom. You’ll never have to explain how lovely she is to me,” Thomas chuckled, spinning them in the dance so he could look at his bride instead. Then he leaned down and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Mom, for making today as perfect as it was.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Leslie gave up the pretense of dancing and just hugged her son tightly. “Of course. Anything for you.”