Grandma and Grandpa Mae were getting married for the third or fourth time, Madison wasn't sure which. Her grandma was sick, and her grandfather had planned a vow renewal to surprise her with a little help from the family.

That was the kind of love she wanted. The unconditional, always in love, even on your death bed kind of love.

Watching her son out of the corner of her eye, a sigh escaped the woman as a familiar tall man stepped into her line of vision.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, offering a crooked grin and his hand.