>In the mountains north of Hollow Shades sits a little cabin, with a little white picket fence, and a large yard.
>In that yard sits a large oak tree, and under that oak tree sits one white pony princess.
>"You shouldn't be here, you know.
"I know."
>Her soft smile warms you as she looks over your form.
>"You look stunning."
"Thank you. Do you know where she is?"
>"The bedroom, upstairs. But if I recall the stories you've told me, is it not bad luck to look upon the bride before the ceremony?"
>With a tilt of her head and a point of her nose, she beckons you closer.
>"Please, have a seat. Talk with me, and wait for it to start."
>A little bit of a rest wouldn't hurt.
>"What have you got there?"
>The small parcel that you carry plops down in the grass beside you as you sit.
"A present for Speck."
>"Is that where you ran off to for the past three days? She was worried, you know."
>You laugh a little bit.
"I know. I couldn't have told her anything without ruining the surprise."
>"Is it another necklace?"
"Something better."
>"Well, I'm sure she'll love it."
>You sit in silence for a few minutes, the princess idly staring at the sun, or tracing a hoof through the grass.
"Sirocca got her cutie mark a while ago."
>"I saw! How exciting."
"It really is. What kind of little filly thinks to use a kite to determine wind direction, and then send a seed off into the sky with a balloon?"
>A soft chuckle escapes your lips as your eyes scan the horizon.
>They lock on a tree that sits on the top of a mountain.
>You remember two months ago, when she first sent that balloon off.
>That little filly had all of her little tools set up, and the look on her face when that balloon started traveling toward that mountain top.
>It is something you will never forget.
>Her screeches, when that little balloon with a sprouting seed tied to it appeared on her flank, will never be forgotten either.

>"How many people did you invite today, anyway?"
"A lot, actually. When I was down in Hollow Shades, I ran into a few ponies that knew Speck. It's short warning, but I'm sure they'll be able to make it."
>You scratch your head in thought.
"Then there's the Cakes. Curio and Appleseed. Solaris, Starshine, and Misty Winds. Matron Cherry..."
>"That's not really a lot, Anon."
"Well, there's also you and the other Princesses. I asked Twilight if she could contact Spike. I feel like I'm forgetting someone."
>"That would be because you are."
>The familiar voice catches your attention as you turn your head.
>A blue unicorn with a white mane and purple cape stands not far from the white picket gate.
>"Good afternoon, Anon. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
"Madame Lulamoon! How have you been, you little trickster?"
>You stand and approach her.
>"I have been fine."
>Celestia trots over to you and smiles at the unicorn.
>Lulamoon quickly bows.
>"Forgive my rudeness, Princess Celestia."
>"No, it is quite alright. We are all guests today."
>Something digs at the back of your mind when you look at Lulamoon.
>You haven't seen her since the screeching matches in Hollow Shades though.
>It's probably nothing.
>"So Anon, how are you enjoying your new life?"
>New life?
>She met you after you met Speck.
>Celestia stares at you with a curious look.
>"How long have you known this mare, Anon?"
"Less time than I've known Speck."
>"Oh no, no. You've known me much longer, Anon. Have you forgotten about the journal entries from the tower?"
>"How did you know about the tower?"
"The journal entries?"
>"Do you not recall what they said? About a cyan unicorn that led you to an alley?"
>That vaguely rings a bell.
"Not exactly, no."
>The mare chuckles softly.
>"Well, I'm sure you'll remember in due time. I merely came to say congratulations."

>Lulamoon turns and starts to trot away.
"Wait. How long have you known me?"
>The mare turns to answer you.
>"Longer than you've known me."
"The cyan unicorn. Was that you?"
>She turns her head and sighs.
>"I never meant for anyone to follow me. The whole thing was a spell gone wrong, and I regret everything I did."
"Why? It's made me happier than you can imagine."
>"I supposed. We may just have to see how deep the rabbit hole goes."
>She levitates a small letter toward you.
>"Read it when you have the time."
>You pluck it from the air as she trots away.
>"Are you going to read it now, Anon?"
"How long until the ceremony starts?"
>"About an hour."
>You walk back to the tree and sit down in the shade.
"Let's follow the rabbit, then."
>Celestia leans over your shoulder as you look over the letter.
>"Dear Anonymous,
>If you are reading this, which you should be if you are in possession of this letter, I would like to say I am sorry.
>I am sorry for everything that has happened to you, I am sorry for the final days you had on Earth, and I am sorry for everything I've done.
>On the off-chance that your life in Equestria has been better than your life on Earth, I am also sorry.
>You may be wondering why, but I am afraid I cannot explain that.
>In due time, that will become clear.
>The journal entries you found in the tower in Canterlot were real.
>I forged the last seven days of your journal.
>You may be wondering about that tower, too, and why the door scared you so much.
>That tower was the accumulation of my knowledge of your world.
>The door, the brick, the books, your clothes.
>I studied you, specifically, though you never paid me any mind until your last day.
>You may recall running across that road to follow me, you may not.
>If you do, then I am sorry once again.
>If you wish to discover more of this, your journal has, once again, been edited.
>You may choose to ignore this, if you wish.
>Signed,
>Madame T. Lulamoon."

>Celestia ponders the note as you finish reading.
>Your eyes lock to that distant tree.
>"Are you going to check your journal?"
>With a grimace, you shake your head.
"If I told you I was afraid of what I might find, would you hold it against me?"
>"Not at all. You fear that it may unlock some way to return to Earth, do you not?"
"I'm more afraid that it'll cause me to lose Speck and Sirocca."
>She smiles and nuzzles your arm.
>"You used to be so cold and uncaring of this world. I remember you begging me to find a way back."
>You wrap your arms around her neck and sigh.
>"What changed, dear Anonymous?"
"I found purpose, and my dreams came true once more."
>"A noble motive."
>She shakes her head and stands.
>Two bat ponies fly into your yard, both with curious looks on their faces.
>One of them catches your eye.
>The one that challenged you for Speck so many months ago.
>The one that got completely destroyed.
>He trots over to you.
>"Are you sure it was okay to invite me?"
"Of course. Everything's set up in the backyard, help yourselves."
>Mortar nods softly.
>"You're really lucky, Anon."
"I know I am."
>He follows his mare companion to the backyard as you stand up, picking your parcel up.
>"I'm going to go and find my seat. You would do well to stop worrying about insignificant things. The Lulamoon family has been well known to lose their minds the older they get."
>Even if that were true, you couldn't help but feel curious over your journal.
>The princess trots off as you walk toward the house.
>Speck would be getting ready in Sirocca's new bedroom.
>You would forgo risking bad luck to get to your bedroom.
>"Papa!"
>A little filly attaches herself to your abdomen as you enter the house.
"Hey kiddo."
>She giggles as you ruffle her mane with a free hand.
>"Hey! Stop that, it took momma and Luna a long time to get my mane just right!"
"Sorry."

>She sticks her tongue out at you and flies around to sit on your shoulders.
>"Whatcha doin'?"
"I need to check something."
>You walk up to your bedroom and sit down on the bed.
>The filly hops down beside you and looks over your arm as you pull your journal out of the nightstand.
>"Are you going to read me a story?"
"No, no. I just wanted to see something."
>Her frilly white dress rubs against your arm as you start flipping through the pages.
>Nothing's changed.
>No edits, no redactions, no additions.
>Everything on every page is exactly how you remember writing it.
>"Did you find what you were looking for?"
"I think I did."
>"Papa? You were expecting something."
"I... guess I was."
>The little filly takes the book from you and looks you in the eye.
>"Momma told me not to spoil the ending for you, but you look sad."
>She flips the book open to the very back.
>You look down at the page and smile softly.
>A single phrase, one that instills an odd sense of comfort, is scratched into the page.
>"Even though, someday, we might be gone, we'll always be with you.
>Love,
>Speck and Sirocca."
>It must be something Cadence said to them.
>Sirocca places a hoof on your chest and smiles a toothy grin.
>You hug her tight and ruffle her mane again.
"Your writing is awful."
>"That was mom."
"Your mother's writing is awful."
>The filly buries her face in your shoulder, and you hold her there so she can't see the tears in your eyes.
>"Papa?"
"Yeah?"
>"I'm gonna go get ready."
"Alright. I'll be down soon.
>The filly bounces out of your lap and trots out the door.
>Maybe it would be a good idea to make sure everything's in order.
>You glance at Sirocca's bedroom door as you leave your room.
"See you soon, Speck."

>A levitating brush tugs at your mane.
>It pulls through tangles and knots hidden within your mane.
>As much as you screech and stomp, Cadence and Luna hold you still with their magic.
>While the princesses hold you and try to fix your mane, Curio tries to get you into your dress.
>None of this goes over well, especially since you're distracted by the pain in your head.
>"I can't do anything with you struggling like this, Speck!"
"I'm sorry! They keep pulling my hair!"
>"You two stop it! Her mane's fine the way it is!"
>The two princesses let go of you, shocked and appaled looks plastering their faces.
>"We'll just put it up in a braid or ponytail."
>Curio helps you put your wedding dress on.
>It isn't much.
>It's basically just a modified version of your old dress.
>More frills, turquoise gems inlaid into the fabric, along with slightly larger diamonds.
>The shoulders puff out a bit, but otherwise it's just as form-fitting as before.
>It's snug where it needs to be, and loose everywhere else.
>Curio steps back to admire her work with a nod and a smile.
>"Alright, you two! You can get back to her mane now that my work is finished!"
"What!?"
>You start screeching at the unicorn mare as she giggles.
>The brushes and combs start dragging through your mane.
>"You know, darling, you really should brush your mane every day."
"Anon brushes it for me!"
>"Well, tell him to do a better job!"
>The princesses giggle at your display, their brushes pulling at your mane.
"Why can't you use magic for this?!"
>The brushing stops.
>Both princesses and the unicorn exchange glances and Luna shrugs.
>"I guess we could do that."
>Their magic lifts, separates, and begins untangling your mane.

>A little filly pushes the door open and walks inside.
>She flops on the floor in front of you and starts sighing, kicking, and rolling around.
>The princesses, Curio, and you all try to ignore her.
>"Mom."
>Thousand yard stare, Speck.
>Keep it strong.
>"Papa was crying in your bedroom."
>The magic around your mane drops as you pull away and run to the door.
>The princesses and Curio try to stop you, but you run down the hall and into your bedroom.
"Anon!"
>You look around the room and whine as you notice Anon to be missing.
>Luna stands in the doorway and smiles softly at you.
>"I'm sure he's fine, Speck. Come on, we have to finish with your mane."
"But it's our wedding day! He can't be sad."
>You trot over to the window and look out over the front yard.
>There, sitting in the shade of the tree, sits your fiance.
>A soft smile forms on his lips as he looks down at his journal.
>He must be reading about you and Sirocca.
>"Speck?"
"Give me a minute."
>Anon closes the book and hugs it close to his chest.
>As he stands, he looks up at your window.
>He smiles even bigger and waves at you.
>You wave back and blow him a kiss.
>He looks away as Solaris trots up to him.
>"Let's finish getting you ready."
"Yeah..."
>Luna leads you back to Sirocca's bedroom.
>The little filly sits in front of a fussing Cadence, who works on fixing one ruffled mane and dress.
>You sit beside them as Curio starts twisting the long parts of your mane into a braid.
>"How's papa?"
"He's fine."
>"What was wrong?"
"He just needed a little reassurance."

>"We have a little emergency out back."
>One blue-maned, white pegasus stares up at you with an annoyed expression.
>"You might want to go check it out."
>With a sigh, you give your journal to the pegasus.
"Hold this for me. I'll need it later."
>He takes it in his mouth and raises an eyebrow in response to your slightly disgusted look.
>"Doesh it 'ook 'ike I ca' ho'd 'is?"
"Whatever, just don't slobber on it too much. I can't tell you how many books Sirocca's ruined."
>"Sure."
>You look back up to your bedroom window, hoping to see your future wife again.
>She's already gone, unfortunately.
>But you'll see her soon enough.
>Solaris follows you as you walk around the house.
>What you see really shouldn't surprise you.
>Everything is organized perfectly.
>Most of the guests who weren't helping Speck, Sirocca, or you, were all seated and chattering amongst themselves.
>You see Twilight standing up by the altar, keeping a watchful eye on every single pony there.
"What's the problem, Solaris?"
>"Princess Celestia isn't here."
"She was out front earlier. She came around this way."
>"No one's seen her. Princess Twilight was starting to worry when she saw you walking through the house."
>You approach the altar and Twilight.
>"Oh! Hello, Anon."
"Hey. Solaris said Celestia hasn't come around?"
>The purple princess shakes her head.
"She might've gone off to find Lulamoon then. There were some pretty weird things said."
>"Hm. That family, causing trouble as always. Well, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about then."
"I hope not. By the way, what's up with all the..."
>You wave a hand toward the rest of the backyard.
>"Organization? I'm not going to let anyone ruin this day for you."
>You pat the princess on the head.
"Thanks. I have a few more things I need to do."
>Solaris and Twilight wave as you walk back to the house.

>Eccles Cake and Cheese Cake dart back and forth from the table, counter, and refrigerator.
>Having your old bosses cater for your wedding was an excellent idea.
>They've made all of your favorites, all of Speck's favorites, and all of Sirocca's favorites.
>They even made some delicacies from the Crystal Empire and Hollow Shades.
>Mrs. Cake slaps your hand with a hoof as you reach across the table for a cupcake.
>"Wait until the after-party!"
"Just one? I haven't eaten all day."
>"She said no, son."
>"You're as bad as Speck, dearie."
>"And yer kid 'nd her friend, Misty."
>Mrs. Cake shoves her husband and giggles.
>"I saw you sneak some cupcakes to those little fillies! Don't even try to deny it."
>Mr. Cake blushes and sneers.
>"Their stomachs were growlin'."
>"Mhm."
>You take a bite out of the cupcake you managed to sneak away during their argument.
>The two bakers glare at you once they notice you eating.
>Their expressions change as a set of hoofsteps sound in the kitchen.
>"Dearie, are you sure you should be in here?"
>"I don't think it would hurt."
>A smile catches you by surprise as you turn to see one gorgeous bat pony standing at the threshold of the kitchen.
"Speck."
>"Anon."
"You know I'm not supposed to see you yet."
>"I know. I was looking for you. I wanted to talk."
>Your eyes meet hers and you tilt your head.
>The look in her eyes and on her face, accentuated by the subtle shake of her head tells you "not here."
>With a brief glance at the Cakes, you snag another cupcake and leave the room, following the love of your life.
>The sounds of Mr. Cake calming a fuming Mrs. Cake sound behind you, and through the house as Speck leads you out the front door.

>Beneath the large tree in the front yard lies a large blanket with a small basket of ice and a bottle.
>Two glasses sit beside the basket.
>"Speck. We don't have time for a picnic. The ceremony starts in fifteen minutes."
"I believe our guests can afford us a little time to chat, don't you think?"
>"Well, hopefully we don't get into any kind of lengthy philosophical exposition."
>He chuckles a little as you sit down on the blanket.
>"So what's all this about? Are you getting cold... hooves?"
>You shake your head as Anon sits beside you.
"No. I'm more than excited for this, Anon. It's something else, though."
>"I supposed the wine is here to prepare me for this?"
"In a way."
>"You're sounding a lot more serious than you did yesterday."
"I've had a lot of things on my mind lately. Especially since we left the Crystal Empire."
>Anon uncorks the bottle and sniffs at it before pouring a small amount of liquid into the glasses.
>"Before we begin..."
>He hands you a glass of the wine.
>Its delicious fruity scents reach your nose as you smile.
>"I have a little present for you. Close your eyes."
>A small package bumps into your side just as you close your eyes.
>Anon takes your glass back as you open your eyes and pick the package up in your hooves.
"What is it?"
>"Open it."
>You smile softly at the familiar shape and weight of the package.
>Holding it up to your ear, you shake it to try to figure out what's inside.
"I bet I know what it is!"
>"Bet you don't."
>You make a silly face as you start tearing at the package.
>A familiar pain strikes your heart as you hold a dusty red brick in your hooves.
>Taped to it is a small picture frame with a photo of your parents, your sister, and you.
"Where..."
>"There was a mare that looked kind of like you in Hollow Shades. She said she was visiting her parents."
"Oh. I haven't seen her in so long."
>"I didn't even know you had a sister."
"Sometimes I forget all about her, given the circumstances that she left."

>"I met her by your parents' graves. She said she wanted to give that picture to you, but could never locate you."
"Did you invite her here?"
>"If I told you yes, would you understand why?"
>You nod slowly and lean against Anon, the picture and brick held close to your chest.
"I'm not sure, Anon. Has she arrived yet?"
>"No."
"That might be for the best."
>You gently place the picture and brick beside you and take your glass back from Anon.
>The tingly, sweet liquid sits in your mouth for a moment before your swallow.
>Peach wine, your favorite.
>"There was something you wanted to discuss, was there not?"
"Yes."
>"We still have time."
"I know."
>You sit silently and sip your wine for several minutes.
>Anon leans back against the tree and pulls you close to him.
>The wine bottle clinks against your glass as Anon pours more of the liquid for you.
>Your chest starts to feel warm as you sip at the wine, your cheeks flushing as Anon holds you close.
>Clouds roll across the bright blue sky.
>Watching them relaxes you, even moreso than snuggling against your soon-to-be husband.
"Why did you propose?"
>His hand rubs against your arm as he sighs and offers a nervous chuckle.
>"A lot of reasons."
"What's the main one?"
>"The main one? Hm... Well, we adopted a kid together. I figured this was the next logical step in our relationship?"
"That's not a very good reason."
>"Okay, then. Why did you say yes?"
>More of that sweet, bubbly nectar fills your mouth.
>With closed eyes and a deep sigh, you press yourself closer to Anon.
"Why did I say yes?"
>"Mhm."
"I said yes, because every morning when I wake up, I roll over. Every morning, I get to see your face as soon as I wake up."
>Another sip, followed by a soft giggle.
"That's the greatest feeling in the world Anon."
>"Seeing me as soon as I wake up?"
"Yes. And, even though I'm already the happiest mare in the world, I said yes because you said it would make you the happiest human in the world."

>"You remember the dragon in the Crystal Empire, right?"
"Yes."
>"I wasn't planning on proposing there. I think Twilight knew I wanted to, which was why she invited Spike. Seeing him with that necklace on his finger made me think."
>Your human's fingers trace over your ears.
>"It made me think, 'If there is a dragon that loved another so much, that he would dare leave his horde with a piece of his treasure, then I think I can seal the deal with my little pony.'"
"Did Twilight ever tell you the whole story about that necklace?"
>"No, I don't think she has."
"The ruby was a gift from Spike, to one of Twilight's friends. The dolls Sirocca has, it's the white unicorn."
>A sharp hiss sounds as Anon pulls you close.
>"Must have been hard on him when she passed away."
"Twilight said that was the day he left. She said that they had a wonderful life together."
>"That's what I want for you. For Sirocca. For us."
"I don't think we'll outlive one another by very long, Anon."
>"How do you figure?"
"I read your journal. Equestria's passage of time is similar to Earth's, right?"
>"Right."
"How old are you? I've known you for a little over a full year, and we've never celebrated your birthday."
>"We've never celebrated yours either. I'm twenty-four, by the way."
"I'm twenty-one. I don't think we'll out-live each other, unless humans live for more than a hundred years."
>"Nah. I'll be around for another fifty years, unless something happens."
"Good. I'd miss you too much if you left me early."
>"We have about five minutes left. Should we go ahead and get ready?"
"No. I think I'd rather lay here, with you, and admire Sirocca's tree."
>The soft sounds of grass being pressed into the earth by a filly's hooves catches your ears.
>You and Anon turn your heads to look back, only to notice Sirocca standing in her beautiful little dress, carrying a small basket of cherry blossom petals.
>"Mama? Papa? Miss Twilight told me to come find you. She said we're ready to start."

"I think they can wait a little while longer, don't you?
>The filly nods as she trots up to you and lays down on the blanket.
>She tucks herself against you, her basket of flower petals resting against her flank as she lays her head on your chest.
>"You know, Speck. We really should go ahead and get ready. You know how Twilight gets."
>You place a soft kiss into Sirocca's mane before you look up at Anon.
"Can we come back here when it's all over?"
>"Yeah. We'll come back out here and watch the sun set."
"Promise?"
>Anon nods, his hand caressing your cheek.
>You smile as he picks your brick and picture up.
>"I guess I'll meet you out back?"
"Mhm."
>He taps your nose and ruffles Sirocca's mane before running off.
>"Why does he keep doing that!?"
"Because you look better like that. Now come on, we have a human to make happy."
>The little filly squeaks and squeals with excitement as she runs around to the back of the house.
>Curio might have something to say to you last minute.
>You trot into the house and smile softly as you watch Anon run out the back.
>Just a little while longer.
>Your hooves carry you into the kitchen.
>The Cakes seem to have finished laying out all of the desserts and treats.
>Mortar sits on a stool beside the island in the middle of the kitchen.
>His hooves are wrapped around a small glass.
"You know, I did assume that, since my fiance ventured into Hollow Shades, he would run into you."
>You sit beside him, an odd and unwelcomed smile crossing your lips.
>He doesn't acknowledge your presence, but rather sips at his drink before sighing heavily.
"I didn't think he'd invite you."
>"He invited me and your sister."
"Oh? Borealis is here? That's strange, considering Anon gave me a present from her."
>"She said she just wanted to drop by and see how your life's been."
"It's been a long time since I've seen her."
>"You know she still beats herself up about everything, right? I don't think you'll see her today."

"Plan on leaving before I go outside?"
>"Mhm."
"That's a shame. You'll miss out on the party."
>"She isn't ready to see you, Speck. She just wanted to see how your life was."
>You pat him softly on the back and trot to the kitchen's threshold.
"Tell her she can always come visit if she needs help."
>"Mmm."
>Mortar always was a strange pony.
>Nervous one minute, brave the next.
>You don't think he ever wanted to be with you, and only challenged Anon to try to impress Borealis.
>Strange that you never ran into her back in Hollow Shades, all those months ago.
>A soft fanfare starts to play outside, exactly the kind that would announce the start of the ceremony.
>Unfortunately, you won't have the time to talk to Curio just yet.
>It doesn't look like you'll get any quick advice that might come in handy.
>You stare at the door leading into the backyard, your mind blanking completely.
>No, Speck.
>Stay focused.
>If you just walk out there, and reach Anon, everything will continue like it's supposed to.
>Your heart races as the front door closes, presumably from Mortar leaving.
>A blue-mane topped head passes by the window, two tufted ears traveling in the direction of the front yard.
>A warm feeling of pride surges through you.
>You'll make it through this.
>You'll make your parents proud, and your sister even prouder.
>And you'll make one special human the happiest he's ever been.
>That's exactly what drives you to take your first step through the door, and into the back yard.
>The grass beneath your hooves flattens as you walk slowly between the tables and chairs.
>All heads turn to watch you, Anon noticeably perks up at the sight of you.
>Despite your best efforts to suppress a smile, you can't help but beam as you walk.
>Anon stands to the right of the altar, and beside him, his best stallion, Solaris.
>To the left, Mrs. Cake, your mare of Honor, and Sirocca, the ring-bearer.

>One very adorable blushing bat mare bride walks up the arbitrarily lined path toward the altar.
>She smiles a large smile, her pearly white fangs glinting as the sun catches them perfectly.
>"You're a lucky man, Anon."
>Solaris nudges your leg and chuckles.
>"My wedding didn't even go this perfectly."
"Mmm. I wouldn't say this one has been perfect. Maybe close, but I'm not sure."
>"Well, you're lucky regardless."
>Of course you are.
>Ever since you came to Equestria, your life has been the text-book definition of perfect.
>Even more so since you met Speck and Sirocca.
>Watching your soon-to-be wife walk toward you felt almost surreal.
>Speck grins as you catch her eye again.
>The first time you ever saw those diamond pupils of hers, you wondered what would be in store for you.
>You expected adventures, a long and arduous path to friendship, and maybe even a battle or two.
>What'd you get?
>A cute little bat pony that wanted nothing more than to be your friend, companion, and lover.
>And a cute little filly that just needed some friends to make her feel accepted.
>Speck's hoofsteps come to a halt as she sits in front of you.
>Her wide smile melts your heart for the millionth time.
>You kneel down in front of her and smile as you take her hooves into your hands.
>"Hey."
"Hey."
>She giggles softly as Celestia chuckles at your display.
>"I suppose the two of you would like to hurry up and get to the good part?"
>"Yes."
>"Well then. Do you take each other to be partners now and forever, in life and in eternity?"
"Of course."
>Speck just nods, her excitement getting the better of her.
>"Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
>The beautiful bat pony that sits in front of you starts giggling and blushing uncontrollably now.
>You suffer from this same affliction as you press your forehead to hers.
>It persists, even as you press your lips against hers.

>It persists, even as you, your wife, and your daughter return to the front yard, to sit underneath that large tree.
>Life is perfect, even though you live in a world of colorful pastel ponies.
>But you wouldn't change any of it.
"I love you two."
>"I love you too, papa."
>Speck gives you a soft peck on the cheek.
>"And I love you, Anonymous."

The End.