Love Us Both

Move on. Start over.

Easy words for everyone else, but not me.

My wife died on my operating table, and moving on just isn't going to happen.

Not until I decided to go back to the small town where I grew up.

My boy and I needed different scenery to try to reboot life.

And we did. Until one day, a beautiful woman walked into my office and everything changed.

She was from one of the oldest families in Tennessee and needed my help.

With the way she made me and my son feel, I was more than happy to offer it.

Love wasn't supposed to show up again, and certainly not this soon.

But it did. It has.

I just hope she knows that she has to love us both. Forever.