The Best Part

The only sound came from the logs crackling in the fireplace. Then, he squeezed her hand in his and asked, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

She smiled into the darkness, nestled her head on his shoulder. "Um hmm."

"What part did you like the most? The food? Singing? Dessert?"

"The most?"

"Right. The thing that you liked best. What was it?" He pulled her close against his side, wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gazed down at her.

She smiled, then shrugged. "Those things were all great but none of them was my favorite part of the day."

"What, then?"

With a sleepy sigh, she said, "The family. The family and the love...those were the best parts of the day."